Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We are glass shaped by time rather than the permanent waves of water that pound the debris of celebration into shape; and yet if we are fortunate, we end up the same, we are smoothed, levelled, and in rounded into shape of that which can best serve humanity rather than being the image of the rutted an craggy, the sharp end which cuts and slices into the flesh of others as we walk over them, as we leave an imprint of desperation on the shores of time.

Seaglass is a culture of its own delicate persuasion, a mix between that produced by the commercially made and tempered by nature, the blessed union by decreed fashion and the outcome of the individuality to be found in each stirring sense of perfection caught in the resonance of beauty.

This outcome is assured to be gazed upon by the eye as achievement as time and tide truly caress the meld into place, and it is with satisfaction and honour that the listener is able to witness the connection that follows as Go West’s Peter Cox returns after a ten-year absence from the studio as a solo performer with the heartbreakingly cool Seaglass.

As a performer it is impossible to argue that Peter Cox’s voice is anything but stirring and  captivating, a sense of the unique that has been itself polished by time and seized upon by the grateful listenership, not only in the country of his birth, but rightly around the world, but especially in the United States of America where his time away from Go West has perhaps paved a blazing trail that has lit up and colourised the scene in which he has openly painted and described with emotion and serene like ease.

Seaglass is a lullaby for the age, a seismic serenade in which the vocalist delivers finery, exquisite feeling for each song, and as tracks such as She Wants Magic, 17 Again, Things We Never Did, Jupiter, and the tremendous adoring finish of Confidant, Peter Cox dives into the ocean of human emotion and finds in amongst the scatterings left by others, their shipwrecks of gold and plundered silver, a truth that is held with a deeper passion, that of the beauty of time, of the seaglass reflecting the sun as it pours down through every molecule of tide wrought on the sands beneath.

An exceptional sound from one of Britain’s classic vocalists, one delivered with sincerity and belief running deeply and which the current loves completely.

Ian D. Hall