Tag Archives: Eleanor Nelly

Purple Lips.

The cold of the nights,

The chill of the wind,

Purple lips

Slipping out beautiful sins

 

The curses at the sky

Replying to its bitter sweet lies

As society hits her with a label

“The local lunatic” or “mentally unstable”

 

The howls at the moon

Crying what do I do

I’ve been stranded on this world for two decades

I just want my body to disintegrate

 

Society ate everyone’s brain

The Internet,

Consumerism,

It’s driving us insane

 

K’s Choice, The City Of Music Two. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The humble compilation album can take many forms. In now what seems at times the dim and distant past, as distant to the younger generation coming through now as Sir Edmund Hilary’s and Tenzing Norgay’s ascent of Everest to those growing up in the 1970s, the past when to have your say in music meant taking the pick of the songs you may have proudly bought or even embarrassingly hidden away due to the absurdity of the song and placed onto a C90 tape and perhaps even then handed over with much ceremony to the person you perhaps fancied, the compilation stood for something pure.

Eleanor Nelly, Gig Review. District, Liverpool. Threshold 2014.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

In certain circles the name and more importantly the ability of Eleanor Nelly is well known. However with a short step up to the microphone and a guitar securely plugged in, what comes next just simply blows your mind.

The Cornmarket Acoustic Club Provides Great Entertainment At First Ever Festival.

The Cornmarket Acoustic Club has been part of the Liverpool spirit of music for three years and yet somehow a festival has been missing from the clubs social calendar – until now.

With music being a central point in Liverpool, perhaps only matched by the abundant love shown towards its two football teams, there is always somewhere to go, some alleyway in which the sound of a pleasing saxophone, the gentle guitar or demanding vocal drifts to the music lover’s ear and takes root and begs to be explored. The Cornmarket Acoustic Club feeds on this and gives so much in return and whilst they have travelled far from the early ethos of being a folk club, music is still very much king and is benevolent enough in which even the art of poetry gets to share the stage.