Tag Archives: John Cee Stannard

John Cee Stannard, When The Time Is Right. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

A Little Bit More, the Dickensian call out for those who understand they still need nourishment from a valuable source or those that aren’t quite willing to let go just yet of what gives them pleasure.

The final act recorded is such that an audience may call for the actors and even the author to return to the stage, the poet being beckoned to perform one final favourite for the crowd, the rejected lover hopelessly imploring for one last kiss or heated, passionate argument, it is the act of continuing the dream, one that we want to live forever.

John Cee Stannard, Folk Roots Revisited. Album Review.

When a modest and decent person leaves this life it is always with sadness, there may be joy in the memory of what they have left behind, the art perhaps they have created living on, collecting new fans, making new friends each subsequent nudge and praise in the right direction, but it doesn’t stop the hurt, the loss of having had something so beautiful, wholesome and uniquely fascinating that their spirit seems to have somehow find a way to inhabit your thinking, then you know that they were special, that you may be able to revisit their roots, but you will miss out on their future, all that could have been.

John Cee Stannard, Moving On. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Moving On is not a sign of resignation, the shrugged shoulders epitomising defeat and the slow trudge away from the company you have once kept, it is rather a point of understanding that what has once been and which has helped you scale certain heights, is now just a stepping stone to another adventure, the next beat to which you must follow and into which creativity and life urges you to behold.

John Cee Stannard, It’s Christmas Time. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The dread of Christmas seems to come earlier every year, the small step of commercialism sneaking a peek into the wallets of the many who cannot afford it, to the tiring spectacle of it being so demanding, the forced smile on the face of the wary and without it letting up for a single minute and should you complain, should you point out the obvious, you become a pariah, a figure of damnation that is shunned and called out for all sorts by parents, friend and society alike.