Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
There is something unexpectedly delicious waking up to the sound of a good dawn chorus. Depending on the type of bird that sits and nests near your home, the early morning alarm call is perhaps, alongside the dawning of the sun, one of the very few real reasons to feel grateful to be alive at six in the morning. The songbird is much heralded for that incentive to crawl your eyes awake and allow the senses to take part in the natural action available.
Ella The Bird at the Epstein Theatre, Liverpool. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
How often can you honestly place your hand upon your heart and swear that you have uttered the word wow, that three little word that escapes like a phantom, never knowingly seen or oversold into the ether, as you have watched a support act on stage? It happens, like the rising of the sun, just because you don’t see it every day doesn’t mean that it has forgotten to poke its head above the misty horizon and bounce its rays straight into your eyes. It happens, perhaps once in a while, perhaps once in fifty gigs, but it does happen and listening to Ella The Bird performing on stage before Justin Currie made his own wow effect on the Epstein Theatre audience; the very sizeable wow was heard from somewhere in the audience and the small smile of contented reality bit home.