Tag Archives: Helen Maher

Snow Drift Angel.

 

The snow drifts silently down,

feather touch, soft and beautiful

against the flash of the camera

which lights up the scene in Sefton Park.

An everyday photograph of a park bench

in winter, deserted, surrounded by claustrophobic emptiness,

by time standing still and in the distance

a bell calls the man home, a clock

striking midnight, magic happens

in dark lonely places, as the man

pulls his coat tight around his snow covered shoulders,

and it wouldn’t be till the morning,

when the man returned to the scene

John Jenkins, Trains. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

In the world of art, in whatever shape or form it should take, the brave, the courageous and those that dare stare into the face of the oncoming light are always those that should be highly prized. For some, just playing a guitar, penning an verse or putting a half made bed together and throwing a little bit of rubbish into the sleeping arena is enough to constitute a day well spent, that is fine, each to their own but it is like comparing The Orient Express to the coach pulled monstrosities that inhabit the tracks of Britain today, anything can be a train but it takes class and passion to be in a special group of Trains.

Ian Prowse, Gig Review. Rodewald Suite, Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

For the seventh successive year, Ian Prowse stood upon the tight but much loved stage nestled in the heart of the Rodewald Suite at the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall. Armed with his guitar, a few special guest musicians and the biting wit and emotion that makes him stand out as one of Merseyside’s favourite sons, started work at tearing down the walls, the ceiling in readiness for the refurbishment that is due on the grand old lady soon with a set of music and local acerbic passion which will be hard to match during the year.

Science Of The Lamps, E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is something unerringly beautiful about the music of Science of the Lamps. Almost mythical in its presentation, stunning in its creation and just that pinch of Nordic noir/folk fairytale that filters through and gives the eponymous E.P. the type of storytelling and poetic mixture that craves attention.