Tag Archives: Nick Ellis

Nick Ellis, Speaker’s Corner. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is arguably no greater modern-day aphorism than what the idea of free-speech represents. To some it’s meaning is clear, it is the delivery of justice in the tone of their choosing, the demand to be able to denounce, criticise and condemn anything they don’t understand or which makes them feel anger. It is not enough to openly engage their mind and spout hateful rhetoric, their opinion used as a weapon, each plosive in the mouth a tiny shell of blame, they carry it into the land of social media, their ignorance basking in bliss as they accuse and censure anybody else who tries to calmly rationalise their own point of view.

Nick Ellis, Adult Fiction. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Those alone periods, the times in which to read whatever takes our fancy without someone looking at us with suspicion, with the glare of accusation that somehow you are wasting time just by making sure your brain is doing what it is supposed to, appreciating art in any form and not being told by a supposed authority that by doing so you are not being productive.

Nick Ellis, Daylight Ghosts. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Never dismiss the softly spoken, never believe that the quietness in a person’s soul is indicative of their passion, their drive or their worth, for even the most still of volcano’s are capable of absolute destruction, wrath and sincere, serene rage; it is just that in the hours in which the sunshine almost obliterates the shadows attached to the body like some hangover from Peter Pan, Daylight Ghosts cannot be seen, but they can be heard to be real by great and unbound by chains effect.

Nick Ellis, Grace & Danger. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There are moments in life in which to treasure something is to accept that eventually it can no longer be yours; that eventually you have to either let it breathe and run on its own so that it can thrill others or you put it in a dark vault, you lock it away forever and let it slide, damaged, unloved and gasping for air, into obscurity.