Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
One of the great finds on the Liverpool acoustic circuit in recent years is arguably Shannen Bamford. A voice that resonates like an angel tempting the music lover with a shot of adrenaline and comforting words when all around is filled with sorrow and pockets of despair.
Even though Ms. Bamford has other commitments that keep her disappointingly away from the venues on a full time basis, both for her and for the legion of fans that she has built up in Liverpool, when she comes on stage the realisation of just what she brings to the acoustic table is enough to stir the music passion once more.
With a couple of new songs placed into the musical quiver she keeps firmly aligned and with the aim always kept bold and true, Shannen Bamford gave the usual great account of herself infront of a reflective crowd that took her and her music deep into the night with them, their souls rapt by songs such as When You’re Gone, Hide, Don’t Let Go, as well as the book-ended new tracks of Reflections and Call Me Home.
There has always been a sort of delicacy, a delicate positivity attached to the way that Shannen Bamford has played her music. Whether live or in the studio, that sure footed ability to take a guitar on a long pleasant walk in the woods and make sure it is safe, guarded and protected from the outrageous and beige, has always been a huge bonus for Liverpool music fans; it is a sign of consistency that is heartening and thrilling to hear.
Despite having to juggle the gig whilst battling, somewhat admirably, with the vestiges of a cold and a problematic sore throat, the sound carried past all in the Unity Theatre was one in which great pleasure was taken, and with two new songs in tow, thoughts turn happily to perhaps a new studio offering at some point; it is no less than this very talented woman deserves.
A smashing addition to this year’s Liverpool Acoustic Festival weekend at the Unity Theatre, Shannen Bamford is always on hand to keep the tiller straight and the hopes of acoustic lovers everywhere, high.
Ian D. Hall