Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The world is always teetering on the edge of a collapse, governed by a set of rules in which nobody truly understands or has the time to digest beyond their own growing sense of anger and insecurity; the rules always say that that the rare should be a commodity worth waiting a life time for, that While Rome Burns, fiddle and play on Nyckelharpa as much as possible, for Time might never allow you a glimpse of something impressive again.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
There is a significant anniversary due, one that really changed the way Liverpool thought about its four favourite sons, in the way perhaps the British music was thought of, and as bands such Pink Floyd, who would emerge from the studio with the debut album later that summer, The Who, the epitome at the time of Mod culture would soon release the Rock Opera Tommy and arguably one of the most underrated bands of the time, The Small Faces, begun their journey that would lead to the beguiling Odgen’s Nut Gone Flake.
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A hero can become tiresome, their continued exploits a cause for concern as the writer makes their lives more fantastic, more appealing and even if they take the most severe of beatings in the pursuit of their chosen profession, they somehow come up smelling not just of a single rose, but a whole field of red blooms.
The point sometimes is missed that a hero needs to be fallible, they need to have a weakness and whilst Alex Cross’ love for his family is undoubtedly one, it means that he has no place to go but always on the side of the angels, the go to safety net that means that he must never Cross The Line.
Where is Hawkeye Pierce now when we need him?
How’s that global warming now
as a terrible storm of winter
looks to
follow the
damned and
the
final sunset over Korea…
Ian D. Hall 2017
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
You got to have faith, it doesn’t matter what form it takes, whether it is in the eye of a merciful deity or the extremes of a personal thought and drive, faith in what we do, in how we present it and how it will be seen by others is the drive that separates us from the those willing to knock everyone around them down just to see them suffer in the dark alongside them.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The story must have a beat to it, it must have the ability to make that come to me and click your fingers noise in your head or tap your fingers on the nearest inanimate object till the lady on the bus gives you sharp eyed look of annoyance, and even then the smile must continue, for the beat is everything that the story means to convey.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
It is time to run up the flags and deck the venues with the loud and the insanely gifted, to hark the words of the doomsayers and dismiss them as easily as swatting a fly drunk on White Lightning or showing the door to the obnoxious and disrespectful; the party can once again flow with the sound of Death Metal emanating from the Scandinavian lands of ice, lakes and myths and ghUSa.
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To rely on the world being both benevolent and attention-grabbing is too ask whether it is right to leave the nuclear button in the hands of six month old, the baby may look cute but you know at some point that object in its young paw is going to be pressed and somewhere over the horizon a rather big flash is going to appear.
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It is an island in which so many seem to miss out on when exploring Southern Europe, the usual tourist traps of Rome, Barcelona, Naples, Valetta, all cities that bask within the Mediterranean sunshine and the feeling of the exotic, all play host not only to the physical but to the dreamers and the history pursuers.
Behind the podium,
nobody can tell if his tale is waggin’
as he tries to keep his Master’s jaw
from saggin’, this Mutt,
this hound with Washington Dog Rot
at the heart of his soul,
surely in pain, for how else
do you suggest his brain works,
when he can consider it O.K.
to suggest a chemical weapon
wasn’t used in Europe’s back yard
and that the bones this Mutt has now dug up
just don’t exist at all.
Come on Spicer, come on boy, roll over,