Tag Archives: Richard Durrant

Richard Durrant, Stringhenge. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We are surrounded by history, most of it unwritten, arguably unnoticed till it either affects us, or we wilfully embrace and search for the hidden meanings in which we believe is ours by right to decipher and to proclaim to the world. The circle stones, the cave drawings, all manner of the mystical and ancient in which our world has allowed Time to swallow and conceal till we are ready, till the person concerned shows the faith in their endeavour and creates a piece of art that is gentle, illuminating and even discerning.

Richard Durrant, The Girl at the Airport. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The edge of Noir comes calling, the thriller so carefully played out that Trevor Howard, Orson Welles and Graham Greene could sit back in reclining chairs somewhere in the South American sunshine and tell old tales of spies, cheating at the game and crimes of passion long before the credits roll and the music leaves the audience to appreciate the finality of it all. Some episodes of the Noir culture lend themselves perfectly, some come along and leave a crater of enjoyment so wide it is possible to understand the scale of its arrival just by the impact it leaves on the memory.

Richard Durrant, Cycling Music. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Imagine the days when a bike ride meant disappearing into the country for a while, round to nearest largest natural expanse of nature you could find or even when you could ride on the road unhindered by the feel of ever increasing technology dogging every turn of the wheel. Many have tried, and in some cases notably succeeded, to recapture what that feeling is like, to have the click of the milometer go up in stages before your eyes whilst taking in the surroundings without an engine interfering with the natural order of the world. Many have tried but Richard Durrant goes one stage further with his album Cycling Music, he captures the peace of the journey rather than the frenetic discombobulated three minute rage, the sunny day through winding roads and the taste of local food tempting the palate rather than the steam inducing affair of the Tour de France or of thousands of fans lining a route just to see a flash of sweat pass them by.

Richard Durrant, Christmas Guitars. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is a consensus amongst many that Christmas has become too dominated by the idea of want, of commercialism bathing in some sort heavenly glow answering all the problems of the world with just a little help from a couple of double A batteries. It could be argued that is why so many have turned away from whichever deity or religion they were bought up to observe and openly state so in the national census. The often repeated music that gets released and played ad infinitum over many high street shops plays a hand in the apathy that is felt, come spend your money on gifts people don’t particularly need whilst you grow ever more weary of hearing the soundtrack to the season, shop after shop.