drink up the vapours: luke vollar on winebox press

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Jon Collin – Wrong Moves / Dream Recall (tape, Winebox Press, winebox26, edition of 72 ‘from the door of the below wardrobe’)

Whole Voyald Infinite Light – Uncollected Recordings (2 x tape, Winebox Press, winebox25, edition of 82 ‘in a double tape case constructed from the broken down frame of a wardrobe’)

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Winebox Press is something special.  Thus when an e-mail appeared in my inbox advertising two new releases I didn’t hesitate to order them immediately. Jon Collin seems to occupy his own little pasture of contemplative music untroubled by the futile excesses of modern life. The fact that most releases are on the cassette format and attached to lumps of wood fashioned from old wardrobes, boxes and whatnot adds a charm that really emphasizes the aesthetic at work. Whether it’s Jon’s music or that of like minded artists which gets released, there is a common theme: a primitive folk music that’s been nourished with a knowledge of underground forms and approaches. A scan of the Winebox Press blog will show an impressive list of highly desirable objects put together with love and devotion, most now long gone. I cannot think of another label with such a heartfelt dedication to presenting their cherished sounds in a way that makes them feel possessed with cosmic force.  It’ll warm you from the inside out.

Wrong Moves / Dream Recall is straight up lovely.  An unfortunate habit of the male music scribe is to show off his knowledge when discussing artists in order to make unnecessary comparisons:

blah blah John Fahey, blah blah Robbie Basho

…ad nauseum. Well I’m not going to do that [Editor’s note: heh, heh – you kinda already did! Sneaky].  I will say that his guitar playing on Side A is languid, reflective and beautiful.  Notes are shrugged off like drops of water falling onto the surface of a lake, while the creak of his bottle neck confuses his playing and the cassette format keeps the listener cradled in ‘cotton wool arms’ (copyright: Joe Murray). There is no purpose or forward motion to these short pieces, rather it sounds like Jon is out on the porch, daydreaming his fingers across the strings.  He manages to combine a hesitant probing approach to playing with a profound serenity that is as deep and green as the forest that adorns his High Peak Selections album. The picture attached to the box is a scene of coastal idyll: a beach, some trees and a blurry patina that reminds me of flicking through my grandparents’ photo album as a kid.  Shit, I’m already choking up and I haven’t even flipped it yet.

Side B sees some piano and ebow action.  The tactile feeling conveyed is supremely seductive – the kinda opiated creek you could swim in for hours.  Pure piano for the second piece and Jon’s playing is as unhurried as his guitar playing. I LOVE this sound and if this brief foray into piano is new for Jon then I hope we get to hear more.

Uncollected Recordings by Whole Voyald Infinite Light sees Jon joined by some guitar slinging buddies, a quartet on the first tape and a duo on the second. Tape One sees some loose and heady psych jams with Tom Settle and Edwin Stevens on bass and drums and the ethereal vocals and guitar of Barry Dean (Infinite Light) coming over like Tim Buckley via Kate Bush. If you, like me, can dig baggy, exploratory wig outs that roam around like crazy horse then this will most certainly stoke the coal in your fire.  Jon shows another side of his chops and goddam if that boy can’t play the shit out of his geetar.  Grizzled leads carry the rest of the group over the horizon into the sunset with enough conviction to make the most seasoned of heavy psych collectors nod solemnly in approval.  Side B is a slow burner, the collective instruments and ‘that voice’ glowing like stars in the sky – hell, there’s even a harmonica – and some truly stupendous string blurt going on.

Jon and Barry go it alone for the next tape and the guitars coalesce into thick streams of fuzz tone, showering sparks like a six stringed flame thrower.  Things slow down to more nuanced interplay with swelling feedback, off kilter spontaneous riffing and the vibe of a tape left to roll capturing ‘the moment’.

Side D starts with an almost Japanese feel of desolate, wasted melancholy.  Barry’s vocals are at their most nuts here (seriously how does he sing that high? I wonder if he talks like an ordinary guy?) and we bow out with more harmonica and drunken guitars crying into their beers.  I’ve no idea if this configuration is an ongoing concern but I certainly hope so.  The wild and the free, the prairie dwellers who howl at the moon and drink up the vapours, are always welcome in my kingdom.


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the creases on a hand: joe murray on jon collin

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J Collin – Follow The Great Road (High Peak Vibrations Vol 1) (download, Giant Hell)

Jon Collin – High Peak Selections (vinyl LP, Winebox Press, edition of 250)

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J Collin – Follow the Great Road (High Peak Vibrations Vol 1)

Jon Collin plays the guitar.  Mostly the electric kind with magnetic slides and sheer-faced shingle; but with a tint of acoustic woodiness from time to time too.  And, as with every solo guitarist playing in the 21st Century, the spectre of John Fahey has to be addressed at some point.  I’ll be honest with you, I wasn’t hip to Fahey until fairly recently.  I’d love to say I’d been collecting all the early albums since I plied my trade as a teenage blues scholar but it wouldn’t be the truth dear reader.  As a teen I was steeping myself in the blues…shit I didn’t even pick up a record unless it had an old wizened geezer on the cover but the local Our Price only ran as far Robert Johnson, and once I’d supped with the devil my first exposure to Fahey was a little underwhelming.  It was all a bit… pretty & lyrical.  I didn’t get it…the fan boy gleam I’d seen reflected in so many fan boy eyes never caught a spark.  But, my excellent friends, I persevered, played dusty & scratched sides late into the night; listened to the mixtapes fellow travellers had made me and after a few years the silver dollar did indeed drop.  I was a fully fledged Fahey fanatic.  But what’s all this got to do with Jon’s work?   Well…I’d like to say, right from the off, I get this.  I get it, I want it, I need it.   This is a vital, vicious sound that needs no introduction or interpretation.  Jon plays with a palate as dry as a fine Fino sherry.  Tunes are coaxed, not just from plucking and picking but from rattles and slices against the uptight steel strings.  This has been out for a while and, as a physical object, it is sold out.  But the honest & mighty Giant Hell organisation, via the indie-pop graveyard, Bandcamp have made it available for free download to all.  These sound like improvised pieces to me that ghost in and out of consciousness, but with some honest grit beneath the nails too.  Silvery, rolling fingering makes a raga of ‘Virgin Soil’ with a nagging, insistent tug at the edges of sleep that fades to sun-drenched dreams.  ‘A La Sainte Terre’ has a hint of Hapsburg Braganza’s tear-jerking explorations of sepia-toned space and foggy memory; tumbling the blues out of a wire-wool cloud of soft kittenish scratch as it threatens to shake itself to death falling though our cluttered knife drawer.  I’ve said this before, but tape comes into it’s own with Jon’s soundworld, the blowsy hiss building warmly and covering me with beautiful crochet. It’s only with the closer ‘Westward I Go Free’ you get anything approaching a traditional song, nixed with occasional scrabbling, like many hands are trying to turn Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Albatross’ inside out and back to front.  A right proper stunner that’s perfect flu-recovery music.

Free download from the Giant Hell Bandcamp site. (editor’s note: I took advantage of this after reading the above and concur – it is beautiful stuff.  RH)

Jon  Collin – High Peak Selections

The beautifully packaged, reassuringly heavy album is a child wise before it’s time; generous and a little bit mysterious.  Things kick off in an almost industrial vein with the spooky ‘Prelude to CK Junior Blues’ in which nary a note is plucked.  Thin, tinny, feedback drones croak over heavy amp ‘fuh’ and inner-spring ‘clack’.  Strings are sliced, with a knife perhaps, or certainly menaced in some way, until the ghost gives up and returns to the ether leaving a warm humid scent like pine forests after rain.    ‘Furniture Makers Moan’ collects pockets of headstock ‘ping’ and knuckle reddening ‘clunk’ as hot and cleansing as horseradish sauce and models them into tiny chess pieces ready to be displayed in an antique box.    Even the blind idiot gods of the elements doth their cap as it starts to rain outside the instant ‘High Water’ starts, mirroring the downpour caught as a duet with the salty guitar.  This time things aren’t quite as abstract and, as a Chinese blues hopes of happier times, there’s digging deep into some dark corners of the soul, the overseer looks on, cane in hand.  After so many variations of steel and wood and thumb and finger it’s hard to imagine where else there is to go but ‘For the Road No’s 1 & 2’ adds aggression to the mix with each note violently plucked and spawning a slight shadow in this knotted tone poem.  Complex as the creases on a hand, a pleading tone weeps (man I tried to keep weeps outta this…guitar/gently/weeping etc is a blogging no no) like a boy with a skinned knee.  It’s relentless, like illness, until what I’m guessing is part 2, kicks in with a hopeful riff of golden buttery sunlight peaking over the trees helping you scramble out of the darkness towards home.  Phew…this is emotional stuff, not afraid to be beautiful and not bullied by trends. Essential to my 16 year old self and any other blues scholars out there…oh yeah.

Only 250 issues of High Peak Selections are available in this world and can be located via Winebox Press for £10 plus p&p.

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