The Voice (Of Modern Disillusionment)

You’re supposed to be our saviour,

fighting things that need attention,

instead you’re killing innocent people,

Girls, men and children.

 

You’re giving kids asbos

for smoking their green

but you can’t say you haven’t been there,

it’s something we’ve all seen.

 

You disrupt our streets

with your orders and conduct.

Why aren’t the people’s voices in charge?

This so called government is corrupt!

 

Growing up in a local school

taught me no lies,

that the law is restricting us

Dr. John And The Nite Trippers, Gig Review. Liverpool Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool.

Dr. John and the Nite Trippers. Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool. March 2015. Picture kindly reproduced by Adrian Wharton.

Dr. John and the Nite Trippers. Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool. March 2015. Picture kindly reproduced by Adrian Wharton.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Let the good times roll…and eventually they did, it just seemed to take a while for the legendary Dr. John and the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall audience to find each other.

There is never a doubt that Dr. John is one of the most stylish men to be welcomed to the stage at the Philharmonic Hall, he also has the overpowering ability and back catalogue to back it up, in that, legendary is perhaps too shallow a description in which to place before the all rounder and man of many parts.

Edgar Jones, Gig Review. Liverpool Philharmonic Hall. Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There are spaces in life which are just too big to be filled by anybody or anything else. Whilst they are not around the hole gets bigger, it is more and more noticeable and the bleak feeling they leave in their absence turns to raging at the moon and the cursing the stars.

For Edgar Jones to have been away from the Liverpool stage is akin to feeling adrift on a sea with only a single plank to sit upon as the sea crashes around your mid-rift, it is unfathomable why the predicament should have happened and the world is somehow poorer for it having taken place.

No.

I have never been at anyone’s beck and call,

I will tug no lock nor doff my trilby to no one,

I will admire in great abundance but I will not lick your arse clean

nor allow you to make me feel like I am worthless;

for I am not your whipping boy.

 

I place the smoky glass in front of me as I wish it to tempt me,

inside I want it to take me to a place where

you cannot reach me, because the last thing I want

Game Review: Kick Beat, Special Edition (PS4).

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating: 9 out of 10

Kick Beat: Special Edition is a unique combination of a music driven rhythm action fighting game available for download from the PlayStation Store for the PS4. The game is an enhanced adaptation of the PS3 and Vita versions of Kick Beat which was released in September 2013. Zen Studios being no strangers to delivering quality games, have also developed Planet Minigolf, CastleStorm and a variety of expansions for the amazing Zen Pinball series including Marvel Pinball and Star Wars Pinball as well as a range of individual themed tables.

Concrete Tulips.

Concrete Dutch Tulips are all the rage in the city by the river

as they trade for increasing vast fortunes

that feed the bloated economy figure, warts popping pus

and oozing, squeezing blood all over the dust potted road.

The second city of Empire, the anti-capital, the gateway

to a new world, has more and more concrete tulips

than is healthy as the modern bubble shimmers

in the March sun and speculators look for another

square block in which tulips will thrive.

Speculating on a future that could change with a slip of a pen

John Jenkins, Midnight in Manhattan: Travelogue E.P. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Manhattan, even the merest taste of it on the tongue is to invite the strangely familiar and yet thoughtfully exotic, especially if of a certain generation or perhaps of a disposition towards the love of the city of New York and its boroughs. It is the thought of the busy, of the cool and aloof, of the sounds, smells and sights of a city that sits so comfortably in the thoughts of many, that to be there is only a film or American television programme away.  It is to be in the city that never sleeps, it is not just a Frank Sinatra song framed in the mind, it is a destination that is just keeps on at you to be within, Midnight in Manhattan, to bathe in moonlight of a 77th Street Jazz serenade is to be live.

Liverpool Sound And Vision: The Sunday Supplement, An Interview With Emma Dears.

As Liverpool’s Epstein Theatre prepares to open its doors and welcome audiences to the new stage play of Helen Forrester’s Twopence To Cross The Mersey, meeting with renowned singer Emma Dears is something in which to appreciate, to recognise as being part of the same story that hundreds of thousands of people everyday who make their living by the shores of the River Mersey. Whether that was in the time in which the play was set or the mirroring of the generations that have followed, if not to the extreme felt and experienced by Helen Forrester’s family, each has their own story at some point of hardship, adversity and woe. It is these stories that fuel the fire of not wanting any of those negative aspects to visit Liverpool again.

Doctor Who: Mistfall. Audio Drama Review. Big Finish.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

Cast: Peter Davison, Janet Fielding, Sarah Sutton, Mark Strickson, Jemma Redgrave, Nigel Carrington, Emily Woodward, Paul Panting, Matthew Carter.

Even with Adric having been dead for quite a while, his sphere of influence over the affairs over The Doctor nevertheless continues to compound the web of time and the lives of his companions.

Andrew Smith’s Mistfall sees the Doctor, Tegan, Turlough and Nyssa dragged through a pocket of Time and into a different universe. It is the result of Adric’s mathematical genius mind that the Doctor finds himself back within the complexity of E-Space and all the dangers that are found within.

Equal From The Start. (International Women’s Day 2015).

You are my guide, from the womb to the soil in which

my cremated remains will hug and embrace with the same deep thought

as when I was a child in which you were my teacher,

when I was the teenage boy in whose arms I wanted to hold you with

and kiss you gently,

to the middle aged man in which I have become

and in which you are the one I strive

to be equal to, you are my guide.

 

From the grandmother with unseen feminist principals,