The Tourist’s Lie.

 

It is the beautiful lie

that makes us believe that Central Park

lays empty, photographed at four

in the morning and any sign

of lingering, full of early morning dew humanity

photo-shopped out,

leaving only the light green grass and the sound of silence

in a city of broken and disturbed dreams,

the snore and the wide awake call

of the alarms and the beautiful

that reside on avenues and in sewers;

for tourism depends fully on the calculated

and erasable lie.

Mike And The Mechanics, Let Me Fly. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is the carrying call of all who wish to be seen as being independent, of being able to go beyond the imprint of Icarus and his less than idealist performance, that we all at some point have to beat a drum to the notion of being able to reach out and touch the stars, that we want to shout out, Let Me Fly. It is human, it is the inspiration that carries us all and yet still there are those that take great pleasure in holding the reigns tight and suffocating the spirit out of those willing to dare.

Brian May And Kerry Ellis, Golden Days. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The Golden Age of anything, be it cinema, music, comic books or even life, it all come with a price, it comes with the responsibility of nostalgia firmly saddled up and ready to trek across the desert with the Sun always blinding the followers as they try to emulate the past.

Alex Hulme, Family Tree. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The anger one feels at the injustice of the world can either manifest itself as deliberate inaction or more honestly, as the roar of the wild echoing across Time; it is a simple truth that the greatest of Welsh poets urged his readers to not go into the light gently, that rage is the right of those who are left behind as they deal with the grief and love. Anger after all is just another expression of love, an energy that is unrequited and one that needs to be handled with care; that can be softened by art.

Sara Petite, Road Less Traveled. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Time and distance are fickle beasts, you could spend all day in its company believing you have spent the equivalent of traversing up and down the M6 and all its snarled up traffic at rush hour and yet only find out later only the first hundred yards from outside the driveway to your home actually counted. Otherwise, you accept your own truth that you have walked along the great American Highway a couple of feet, only to be told later that you made the strongest of connections by walking alone from Chicago to Los Angeles; Time and distance, strange bedfellows and always seem to offer the finest of opportunities in the Road Less Traveled.

Madame Tsunami, Long Way From Home. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The tsunami, the tumble effect of the roar of the brain in full flow as it conjures up images of Folk music arguably at its finest, the rampant jig adding to the waves of splendour and the cartwheel of a fiddle running aloof, free-spirited across the hills, through valleys and across the wide devouring rivers that forget such moments of beauty; to be a Long Way From Home is to be wild, reckless and full of emotion, after all to be that far from home is to be allowed to reinvent yourself and be free.

Boo Hewerdine, Swimming In Mercury. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

In the laps of the gods, brushing shoulders with the messenger with winged feet and hoping that he takes the note, elegantly written, the heart understanding that each word must be precise and to the point but with the notion that it also must contain a code to which the deserving will adore, to the masses and from there threaten to break down a system and only offer a truth, a truth that life is rich and full of weaved tapestry, even if you cannot see it, the writer Swimming In Mercury will.

Sheila K. Cameron, Run Through Side A. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The raw and untouched is often more exciting than what be gleaned with an army of analysts or a crowd telling you how something should be presented; it is strange that for many they arguably are willing to sell their soul in order to see something they envisaged taken out of their control and packaged neatly as a presumed desire, as a consumable product. The raw is often delicate, it is the result of allowing a single breath to come out from underneath the shadow and stand for a while in the basking sunshine and wallow in the words of Salvador Dali, “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.”

Vanessa Collier, Meeting My Shadow. Album Review.

 

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

In the heart of all things must exist the person and their shadow, it may be steeped in ancient folklore and stories passed down that the significance between the individual and their silhouette is paramount, it is something that is framed neatly in the story of Peter Pan, in astronomy as the shadow side of the Sun is named Lilith, the dark side of the Biblical Adam and his first wife, it is the frantic search for duality, the remains of our alter ego and the whisper that they can cause havoc, create illusion and dream the impossible, is not lost on human perception and history.

Prime Suspect 1973, Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Stefanie Martini, Sam Reid, Blake Harrison, Alun Armstrong, Andrew Brooke, Daniel Ezra, Jessica Gunning, Joshua Hill, Jordan Long, Tommy McDonnell, Ruth Sheen, Lex Shrapnel, Jay Taylor, Rosie Day, Clive De-Halton Gibson, Nicholas Sidi, Anthony Skordi, Geraldine Somerville, Nneka Okoye, Aaron Pierre, Nancy Caroll, Jacob James Beswick, Thomas Coombes, Dorian Lough.