Dana And Susan Robinson, The Angel’s Share. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The Devil may always take his due but the music will always belong to a higher authority when it comes to the muse and the sound of the joy that comes from within, The Angel’s Share will always be one that gets the most attention.

Hancock’s Half Hour, The Lost Sitcoms. The New Neighbour, Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Cast: Kevin McNally, Katy Wix, Kevin Eldon, Robin Sebastian, John Culshaw, Robert Jack.

The beauty, pathos and reflection of Ray Galton and Alan Simpson’s writing can be seen fully in two of Britain’s greatest ever sitcoms, Hancock’s Half Hour and Steptoe and Son, both written with consideration and absolute wit, performed by comedic geniuses and with the knowledge that even after 60 years in the case of Hancock’s Half Hour, the words and situations are timeless, that no matter how much we move on in society, we still are products of the post Second World War generation.

A Damned Wish.

I wish

I could sit across

the table from myself

and look at the shell,

the bundle of broken nerves

and the uneasy anxiety, directly, squarely

in the blue eyes, those eyes

that have seen too much

and tell me

to let go, to damn myself

for my annoyance, for not having

the spirit to tell some

to go to Hell for their mistakes

and revelling too much in mine;

stupid boy, no answer

from your sallow lips and misty

eyed memories, holding back tears

CRAZY PAVING!

Crazy paving, I’m cracking up

Stone cladding you ain’t so tuff

Cement ponds in Netherley hills

Concrete overcoats for unpaid bills

Crazy paving I’m walking over you

Laying down with the hardcore crew

Stone taxi I’m flagging you down

Take me to Mr. Flintstone in Bedrock Town

Crazy paving I’m cracking up over you

With your concrete mixer stir the stew

You’re out of plumb lines are not so true

Is you’re circle coloured blue

Crazy paving you’re set in your concrete ways

You’re going off in sedimentary clays

Crystal Grief.

What have we learnt? Having lost all those

mothers and fathers – innocent bystanders –

to someone else’s misconceptions,

the news is still bleak. What have we really learnt?

Saddam had something, somewhere, maybe;

flames spread easily inside a tinder box;

David Kelly liked to go for walks;

the prayers of millions often go unanswered

but, of course, God bless America;

everyone is now a qualified chemist.

Conclusion: jet fuel can’t melt steel beams.

45-minute document airily

proves the dangers of information –

loose accuracy readily changes minds.

Meat Loaf, Better Than We Are. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The great Rock Opera, derided by some for its excess and supposed almost pantomime exuberance, adored by many for its clarity of enthusiasm, the energy and dynamic beauty that is unleashed, set free from the chains of regulated time keeping and enclosed lyrics. Whichever camp you fall into, love it or loathe it, there can be no denying that it brings out the very best in some and when a partnership that has endured on and off for almost 40 years as Meat Loaf’s and Jim Steinman’s, that best is almost statesmen like, godly, true and infectious.

Captain Fantastic, Film Review. Picturehouse@F.A.C.T., Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Cast: Viggo Mortensen, George Mackay, Samantha Isler, Annalise Basso, Nicholas Hamilton, Shree Crooks, Charlie Shotwell, Trin Miller, Kathryn Hahn, Steve Zahn, Elijah Stevenson, Teddy Van Ee, Erin Moriarty, Missi Pyle, Frank Langella, Ann Dowd, Rex Young, Galen Osier, Thomas Brophy, Mike Miller, Louis Hobson, Hannah Horton.

It is on the face of it a seemingly small moment in cinema but Matt Ross’ intelligent and superbly argued script for Captain Fantastic captures the point of individualism and socialism in a world that only wants you to be a drone, a consumer, a person to whom history means nothing and whose appetite for the material and the edible is verging on obese and dangerously unhealthy. It is with a touch of grace that Captain Fantastic turns that rotten ideology on its head and offers a different view on how to live.

A Rose(e) By Another Name.

A rose by another name

would probably find it annoying

to have an extra vowel placed

somewhere in its heart,

the petals red

with shame as they try

to figure out the meaning

of being called rosee,

like some cheery greeting

in a flamboyant bar; come here

Rosee and have a drink;

Rosee could be a typo, a slip of the keys

but it still realises that the florist

takes great care to spell

Chrysanthemum correctly

and not call it Chrissi

for short.

Chicago, Theatre Review. Empire Theatre, Liverpool. 2016.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Sophie Carmen-Jones, Hayley Tamaddon, John Partridge, Jessie Wallace, Francis Foreman, A D Richardson, Emily Warner, Waylon Jacobs, Lindsey Tierney, Ellie Mitchell, Nicola Coates, Francis Dee, Chelsea Labadini, Dann Kharsa, Justin-Lee Jones, Kerry Spark, Peter Nash, Adam Denman, Daniele Arbisi, Helen Siveter.

Shut.

I have shut the world out,

It is not the first time

I have resorted to this

but it only stems from not wanting

to be in the way;

from wanting to leave

the world in peace

without it worrying

about me.

Safe

here in my hole, the King

of the darkness I survey,

here I am protected from my own

toxic trust, innocent

in my rusted pleasure;

here I sit dependable

for there is nobody to tell

me otherwise.