O.R.k, Inflamed Rides. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are those who shy away from chaos, the never ending pandemonium that resides in the mind and in the cosmos and denies it breathing room. Yet from out of natural anarchy comes order; it might not be the one suits the straight jacketed and stiff rigid back but the turmoil it beings is beautiful and intelligent. Chaos as a tool can be tranquil and in O.R.k’s collaborative album Inflamed Rides, chaos is but a gateway to the intense riches that lay beyond first dreamed imagination.

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(362 words, estimated 1:27 mins reading time)

Matchstickmen, Cheap Little Thrill. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

When a single gets released in time for the summer, the hopes of it being an anthem, to take on a life of its own and being heard sang under the breaths of women, men and children alike, as if the sunshine and decent weather makes people more susceptible to the sound of the light and breezy and the harmonies laid down, and the song becomes the over-riding memory aid when discussing where you were and what you did. The light and the breezy, everybody’s favourite Beach Boy track can sit in that particular slot.

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(344 words, estimated 1:23 mins reading time)

Lesions.

The Aqueous Cream has been poured on

with liberal effect to the scales that protrude

and cluster like some jagged rock formation

on a distant alien planet, dead, the atmosphere silent

save for the cosmic winds that ravage the surface

still further, slowly eroding it away, the dust

of a billion years dying a second time and settling

into comfortable oblivion.

 

I remember watching The Singing Detective as a child,

I felt sympathy for Marlowe’s plight and the embarrassment

of a nurse in helping an old man out, but secretly loving

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(400 words, estimated 1:36 mins reading time)

I Am Lost.

I couldn’t find my way back home.

Lost in the myriad of same looking streets,

strapped of cash, not enough for a small bowl

of porridge, I ran back to where you were, but

you had left, I heard the disembodied voice

of a past smote dragon lingering but why was it your face

now, here in this lost frightening present

in which I focused and the same streets, all semi detached

houses, nothing unique about them at all,

I had never been lost before

and I couldn’t find my way back home.

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(302 words, estimated 1:12 mins reading time)

Lancashire Hustlers, What Made Him Run. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Success is a two edged, arguably sharp, most certainly dull in its extremes and capable of truly destroying what you once were. It may bring you everything you ever dreamed of, it might nourish your life for a while but in the event of something going terribly wrong. The soul resigns itself to knowing that it can never recapture the serenity and peace that it had once before. Like Charles Foster Kane, the glory is never worth the dismissal of what it meant to leave your honour behind.

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(410 words, estimated 1:38 mins reading time)

Canned Heat, Songs From The Road. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are legends and then there is Canned Heat, the timeless Rock/Blues of one of nature’s most elegantly driven bands. A group that has Woodstock in their veins, that gives the Boogie the respectability and honour it deserves and to which if never have seen live only edges the musical psyche towards self denial like oblivion.

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(446 words, estimated 1:47 mins reading time)

Dry Toast.

There was a time when being ill

as a child was no fun at all,

shut up inside your room,

the curtains drawn, snapped shut,

the 1970s flowered patterns

almost falling off with a startled,

frightened look upon their stems

and a quiver of desperation as they shook

themselves to the floor.

 

The woe betide stare of,

“If I catch you peeking out through

the now flowerless curtains,

then there will be no soup, just dry,

throat grating, pain inducing, rasping,

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(391 words, estimated 1:34 mins reading time)

The Forever Fly.

Shall I compare thee to the Forever fly

whose sole purpose in life is to annoy

and spread disgruntled feeling and false rumour and lie

as if swirling around puppets, pulling strings on toys.

 

The Forever fly sits and waits, sniffing the air,

not waiting for the afterthought of humanity

but going after the pure and with creepy stare

demands that you serve him first because as a fly he is too busy.

 

The Forever fly, a mutated bluebottle with a decomposed smell

harbours deep resentment because he knows deep down

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(145 words, estimated 35 secs reading time)

Nocona, Long Gone Song. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It seems the Lone Star State has a way of burrowing into your soul regardless of whether you want it to or not, the wide open spaces, the long history of individual reasoning, of being the engine of America’s oil driven economy and of a war that never seemed likely to end. No matter what the thought of Texas is, it hides the creative side well, until it comes out of nowhere and gives the listener a truly groovy experience.

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(490 words, estimated 1:58 mins reading time)