Forget Me Not.

Forget me not,

but I know you will,

the spark of memory

you might retain

will be clouded in dust

and myth,

you will probably forget my name.

 

Forget me not,

though you will probably fail

to remember my face,

before the beard came along,

you will forget the kiss we shared,

the laughter too loud,

or the name of my favourite song.

 

Forget me not,

there on the fringe of your life,

wiped from the picture,

sideswiped from reminiscence,

When The Devil Closes Your Eyes.

1.

The air is cold and damp. It seeps though the pores of my skin and rushes in like its being chased by the Devil, ice-filled flames and stuffed down my throat with arctic weathered pitchforks as I breathed in and out; struggling to make the clouds of steam warm my hands when I blow on them as I walk the streets of a city I had last visited, on a purely pleasurable basis, some five years before.

Kingbreaker, To The Fire. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The ashes are someone else’s property, they fly off into the night along with the embers of a broken promise, the dreams and unfulfilled desires in the wreck of another’s pyre; such is the desire to find new ways to enjoy the Rock genre that is takes at times more than it gives. Some pyres might be extinguished before they start but for Kingbreaker To The Fire is a call to watch it burn brightly in the night, the illumination and the heat is enough to draw the crowd in closer, the chat, the bubbling conversation a welcome relief and is to the fire we turn.

Rodney Cromwell, Fax Message Breakup E.P. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

There are many ways in which a relationship may suffer the final throw of its natural life, however the outcome is pretty much always the same; it all comes down to how the end is delivered, whether it is face to face and the anguish and insanity that comes with that or in the cold but safety insinuated by means of the electronic delivery, the communication of the cowardly or the intelligent that knows what happens in a public confrontation.

The Greatest Lie.

It is the greatest lie

that can bestowed upon a child

with drive, ambition

and belief,

that patience is a virtue,

that they should wait for the time

when life is ready for them,

that lack of complaint

is a gift worth pursing

and if it is not meant to be,

then there is nothing

you can do about it.

Rage, fight,

persist, persist, persist,

do not give in

to their defeat,

be bold, persist,

there is no greater lie

than wait,

Two Black Sheep, Coffee & Gin. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The historical and social significance of Coffee & Gin cannot be easily dismissed as part of the way the people of Britain lead their lives in the 21st Century; Hogarth’s famous Beer and Gin Lane printing depicting the social ills of Gin Lane is tempered by the 18th Century’s love and seeming respectability of the advancing coffee houses that were springing up all over capital. Yet the two are probably more interlinked than they ever probably were intended to be and the slow death assured by the drinking of foreign Gin is enough to remember the addiction many have to the bean in the century we find ourselves feeding.

Devon Allman, Ride Or Die. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are times in the world when the mind starts to think just a little too much, that when all is said and done, the answers and the questions should be seen for what they truly are, just the musings of a child like race who doesn’t really get the point of life. They have every concept of genetically inherited flight or fight but they have no grasp of the ambition of the idea of Ride Or Die.

Life, Theatre Review. Gladstone Theatre, Port Sunlight.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Suzanne Collins, Lenny Wood, Roy Brandon, Lynne Fitzgerald, Lesley Butler, Sam Hellier, Edwina Lea.

Life is in many respects all about the small victories, if you can wake each day and not fear the dawn, if you have a roof over your head, find that you are loved in even the smallest way and have food to eat. It represents the battle being won and perhaps the next day might constitute a smile worthy of being human; life is what happens every day, to all of us, each one capable of spreading a singular point of joy in the world, life is, as the song goes, what you make it.

Swiss Army Man, Film Review. Picturehouse@F.A.C.T., Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Paul Dano, Daniel Radcliffe, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Antonio Ribero, Timothy Eulich, Richard Gross, Marika Casteel, Andy Hull, Aaron Marshall, Shane Carruth, Jessica Harbeck.

There are moments on screen when you wonder who exactly gave the green light to a project that on the face of it seems so incredibly preposterous that it surely only exists in the minds of the wonderfully imaginative but creatively bonkers. A story that somehow really should not work at all on film; yet has the power at the closing credits to have you smiling as you walk towards your bus or contemplate catching your train, a smile that borders on the enticed and cinematically romanced.

Do Not Let Me Dream.

Keep me from dreaming,

the vision is too much to handle

and I am afraid

of the tears that stain my face

and collect like man-made marbles,

pretty spherical toys that crush

like glass underfoot

the moment I am conscious

and caught staring

into the dazzling day, the moment I exist for real.

Let me sleep if I must

but do not let me dream, do not

let the vivid nature of these spectres

feel free to roam anymore,

for they are ghoulish