Blow Back.

Blow back,

a sliver of space between us

as you push the ghost,

the whispered phantom

between my teeth

and I chew down upon its non-corporeal ridges

and mull over the deep intensity to come.

Blow back,

I see your eyes my love,

I see your eyes, blazing fury,

“You bring out the best in me you know”,

you tell me, erotically spilling secrets

that you kept hidden from the darkness;

now over tinsel toned music, the waft

of a Tori Amos song, you divulge them,

Prevenge, Film Review. Picturehouse@F.A.C.T., Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

Cast: Alice Lowe, Jo Hartley, Kayvan Novak, Gemma Whelen, Kate Dickie, Tom Davis, Dan Renton, Eileen Davies, Tom Meeten, Mike Wozniak, Sara Dee, Grace Calder, Marc Bessant, Leila Hoffman, Delia Moon, Jaqueline Wright, David Puckridge, Elen Rattenbury.

The happiness in pregnancy can sometimes be overshadowed by emotions that in others could be seen as causes for concern, for some it is a joy, for others it can be the start of a nightmare, a march down a road in which nobody is safe; especially not the male population to whom a single wrong word or accidental view point can see them metaphorically beaten.

Fences, Film Review. Picturehouse@F.A.C.T., Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Cast: Denzil Washington, Viola Davis, Stephen Henderson, Jovan Adepo, Russell Hornsby, Mykelti Williamson, Saniyya Sidney.

Pittsburgh is not a place the traveller normally finds themselves in when they go to the United States of America, a city that was largely forgotten outside of its sporting achievements before and after World War Two, a city built on steel and coke, iron and cobalt, many to whom the atmosphere of the city was enough to seek out on their adventures, perhaps more convivial places of interest. It is a shame for Pittsburgh is by far one of the most interesting and vibrant cities in North America and its people are, along with New York, perhaps the most down to Earth you could ever meet.

The Day Himmler Came To Stoke.

The day Himmler came to Stoke,

to express his views and pull up a chair

in the centre of Hanley town centre,

was a day in which we should remember,

February 2017, ferret like face, swivelling eyes,

and ideas in his head that would

make his party, modern S.S.

clap and cheer and spread their venom with cheer,

some demurely suggesting that whilst he is extreme

he is speaking their language, that they believe in him;

now,

I’d expect it of the crew cut little islander, one race

Ash Wilson, Broken Machine. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is how you view the world that allows you to make art, if your sense of sight is obscured, if it is permanently finding ways to conceal some of the beauty that resides in even the dark shadows then your mind is not willing to be open, not wishing to take on the new and the exciting. Everything fresh should be given time, should be allowed the grace to be heard or felt as if it is the same experience as seeing a shooting star ride the heavens for the first time; without this sense of wonder we are doomed to be nothing more than scrap, humanity wasted, the archetypical Broken Machine.

Neville Staple, Return Of Judge Roughneck. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

To feel the beat you have to allow yourself to be infected by the strength and depth of the musician and the artist, from them the music has to dominate their every breathing moment, from them the infectious delivery has to insurmountable, it has to consume and devastate, it has to be magnificent. If it fails to raise the heart rate, if it doesn’t install a sense of drama or unrequited love in your very being then throw it away, consign it to the forlorn pile and let it be judged harshly.

Sally Barker, Ghost Girl. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Whilst the caged bird may be fed and watered, given a safe haven in times of storms and squalls, it nevertheless remains a shadow of the creature it could be, that it should be, a phantom with full plumage, a colourful but ghoulish reminder that cages do not work, they flatter but ultimately the enforced imprisonment is too much to behold.

Quiet In The Dock.

He sweated in the dock,

rings of perspiration clouding his thoughts,

the shuffle board, the made up noises

that dominated his former life

as a Foley Artist.

As the Judge concluded his sentence

He noted

it was only due

to the former Foley artists

unblemished life

and non criminal activity

that the judge

let him off

with a warning,

saying it was down to his

previous sound character.

 

Ian D. Hall 2017

Bolshy, Reap The Storm. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is nothing like the sound of youthful anger wrapped up in the song of passion, it gives hope, it offers a sense of wellbeing that no matter what, and for all the denigration they often suffer due to narrow minded comments which seek to detract them, so much of what they have to say is vital, fundamental to our continued security as a society. It is easy to be critical of those coming through, it is effortless to communicate everything we may believe to be wrong with their outlook but it is they who Reap The Storm, they who take all the punishment of words and verbal mismanagement.

Sunny Afternoon, Theatre Review. Empire Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

Cast: Ryan O’ Donnell, Marcelo Cervone, Victoria Anderson, Tomm Coles, Nathanial Campbell, Deryn Edwards, Andrew Gallo, Richard Hurst, Sophie Leigh Griffin, Garmon Rhys, Joseph Richardson, Robert Took, Michael Warburton, Libby Watts, Lisa Wright.

The Sixties was more than just the Stones and The Beatles, more than the burgeoning power of The Who, yet for some the Sixties only exists because of this, their immediate reference is to the three British bands from that era that truly went global and who played the American market as if was a child’s game. For groups such as The Small Faces and The Kinks the sound they produced was just as off the wall, just as intricate and finely woven in the fabric of society, it just seems to get lost in the flow of Time and the memories that some are willing to hold on to.