CDReview: what else but love - Jon Redfern

Painful Beauty.

Jon Redfern's second album 'what else but love' has an impact that creeps up on you, you hear it for the first time and it's subtlety almost acts as self defence like a deep felt wounded soul that pushes away its warmest friends because of the pain involved. But listen to this album a second and third time and I guarantee you will find yourself having to listen repeatedly, for it repays you the effort and time with the deepest music to be found anywhere today.

Jon went through the trauma of losing his father during the gestation of this record, and the whole thing is simply dedicated "for dad" on the sleeve. This has naturally had a big impact both on Jon and on the
record - in fact "record" is a fairly apt description of the CD - it feels like it is a record of the period. The songs are littered with anxiety, fear, and the inexorable passing of time:
"so many years ago, so wrong, but how could you know,
so many miles apart, you always let me know that you loved me too"

The first track starts off in a reflective mood, Jon's voice low and getting lower, his distinctive guitar sound underpinned by co-arranger Pat Durkan's drums and piano, the song slowly builds and begins to sparkle, Jon's slide guitar and then with a heartfelt cry "Heaven - beyond the void..." Jon lets his voice go and soars with the melody before dropping back to a last unaccompanied phrase. Teaming up this time with fellow Tarras-man Joss Clapp producing, engineering and playing bass on almost everything, they have delivered a great record.

Second song "Part of you" reveals a hint of something of an aural trademark for this CD - Jon's voice is overdubbed with itself, but in the higher register, a technique repeated throughout, albeit sometimes reversed, the lower register providing the harmony, but the overall effect is rather pleasing. It returns triumphant for "play of fear" - though Joss Clapp has used his own voice for backing on this track too.

Instrumentally this is a relatively simple album, keeping to a core of instruments with a few excursions into strings, but there is still a big sound in there - the percussion remains a strong feature. Pat Durkin is also responsible for another of the strong musical themes here - a dark and sometimes threatening, grinding Wurlitzer can often be heard underpinning the whole sound - a beast in the basement determined to be heard - deserving to be heard too. The sixth track, "forever bound" is a bit of a departure with its jingle jangle dulcimer-esque sounds, a clock-like ticking and sublime organ sounds, a mighty wall of percussion that
becomes almost manic as the song wanders away into the distance. For track 8, "rowing away" there is a bit of an orchestral sound with Pete Tickell adding violins, but otherwise the core band manage to come up with a good spectrum of sound, drummer Sam Murray is key thoughout and the occasional use of Jon Redfern's harmonica adds real atmosphere to the sound.

Jon Redferns' voice reminds me rather of Robert Wyatt's at times - with a thin fragility that threatens to break, but it has a power to raise itself up a level or two when the song demands it and the passion flows,
so Jon is able to produce a good range of feeling throughout the record, with plenty of tension and emotion in the delivery.

By the end of the CD, the listener has run a gamut of emotion, so the final track is perfectly placed. A rather subdued, pained vocal over a basic piano starts almost dull, then the hint of another voice backing,
female brightens it slightly before she is given her own voice - and the voice is none other than Becky Unthank - a voice to melt the heart after all that has gone before: "I'll always love you, love you forever, how
ever long that is". Then, in chorus, the two voices conclude the song, the record and underline the title "what else but love"? It feel like Jon has finally reached that warm loving place he needs. A delightful ending to this CD that is chock full of painful beauty - of one man's pain turned, by some sort of musical alchemy, into gold.

Electric Picnic 2008 - Day 1

It almost went wrong from the very start - the roadside sign said campervans left, the policeman was intent on waving us straight ahead - a quick reminder that we were actually a campervan and we were back on the right road - into Stadbally and turn right - no queues? No queues. A lot of people on foot - assorted luggage, many wheelbarrows - and hey! There's Ultan! "See you later at the stage.." famous last words. Within minutes we are on site and choosing a space to park in - all clearly set out and plenty of room - a very pleasant change from Womad! The worst bit of the whole weekend came next - one of out must see acts was the aforementioned Ultan Conlon - due on stage very early in the afternoon - almost opening the festival. Sadly he ended up playing to the crew and "the people planting flowers around the stage" as for whatever reason we were kept waiting at the gates until about 4pm, with no real information about why, or how long we might be kept waiting, we sat on the grass in the sun and watched the hundreds of other attempts to get in being rebuffed by the security staff for a couple of hours. And that concludes the low point - as the gate opened and we streamed into the living dreamland that is the Electric Picnic.

Start from gate X7 and keep left and you enter the Village Green - a kind of grassy main street with tented buildings either side - felt to me a bit like a surreal canvas version of the wild west. Not all canvas, the church was, er, inflatable and the "vicar" was quick to accost us and advertise the wedding service they were offering over the course of the festival. An old fire engine that looked vaguely cartoony was outside the fire station (of course!), a bandstand graces the main green, and suddenly the dream shifted and we were in an area of futuristic sculpture - metallic and jagged trees? Gas lamps? Later we would see that this was "Arcadia" a night spot where the trees belched fire, the branches all smoked and the central pinnacle had fire and water and a DJ both - oh and an MC on crutches which gave it yet another wierd twist.

Not much time to fit any more sight-seeing in - get over to the Main Stage to catch Kila. Instant mayhem!Front man Rónán Ó Snodaigh bangs away at his Bodhrán and leads this band through a multi-coloured cascade of sound and dance and airial ballet - not a phrase you usually expect to hear in relation to a band who play trad Irish music albeit with a bit of a twist, a dash of something, a hint of some of that, some of these, a few grains of this stuff, and at least half the packet of something else. They played a couple of what sounded like "skinhead reels" which seems an appropriate mix to me even if it I didn't quite hear it right! It's hard not to use an excessive number of exclamation marks when writing about the Electric Picnic, it's that kind of event - there are at least two more chances in the Kila set - the exotic troop of Brazilian dancers who paraded around for a latin infused number, and a single performer from, I think, Cirque de Soleil who climbed 2 red ribbons and performed an impressive arial ballet aloft. Did I mention the gospel choir, the stunning stage backdrop or the tick-a-tape?

Another major feature of The Picnic was also becoming apparent - there were 35000 people there - and they were all lovely! We met so many friendly people - not a word of aggression anywhere by the way - complete strangers would just ask how we were doing, whether we were enjoying ourselves, discussed the bands and everything. Any accidental collisions in the crowds were met with most profuse apologies.

Next up were favourites Tinariwen from Mali who fielded a full team and played a blinder - their set hasn't changed much for a couple of years, but the music gets into you and you enjoy the trance like rhythms every time. Well enjoyed by a big crowd.

Back to Irish music for our next choice - the legend that is Christy Moore. We arrived, after his gig had started, at a tent that was too small for the crowd that had gathered to adore their god. You could feel the love for this man as strains of "Motherland" leaked out from the tent - I say tent - it was a huge big top kind of affair and it was full of very hot people, some of whom stumbled out into the cool evening air, unable to take any more - these were instantly replaced by newcomers, keen to join the worship inside. It was quite clearly an event - the whole crowd joined in on "Ride On" - a sea of mobile phones in the air recording it from every angle. Quite a vibe.

A common aspect of any festival of this size is an anxiety about what you know you are missing while you are enjoying one event, because you have to make choices when there are so many venues running in parallel, not to mention the stuff you miss that you didn't expect to see. Conversely there are many, many good things that you see because they just happen as you are passing - and our next event was just one of these - Strange Fruit outside the Blue Room - eerie music attracted us towards a crowd that had gathered to watch ... what? Floodlit people dressed in white floating above the crowd on balloons? Closer examination revealed a group of people atop of paper spheres on bendy poles performing the most beautiful slow ballet. Every slight movement seemed to affect the balance of the dancers and the grace of the movement was impressive enough, the fact that they were all in sync with each other made it something else all together.

Many, many people turned up to watch Sigur Ros close down the main stage and who performed an impressive set, complete with a white top hatted and uniformed brass section - a loud and very full sound - maybe a little too loud to be clear? Marked vocals that soared over the impressive sonic backdrop and some powerfull electric guitar sounds made a great impression on me.

The main stage may have packed up but the rest of the site was just getting going - Arcadia was bouncing, flaming, smoking and loud - there were discos, clubs and dancing everywhere. Time Machine was playing it's updated-old-music-fayre behind the chain drapes, and in the onion domed pavilions of the Body and Soul area, Helios Jive had just taken over from S.S. Lucent Dossier and we found a phone....

A final few things before we turn in at the end of day 1 - somewhere along the way we enjoyed our first taste of festival food Ireland style - pie and mash - the pie was great, the mash was awesome! So good we went back for more. Heading back to the van there was no sign at all that it was night time. There were streams of people coming onto the site from the campsites, there were huge tents with djs and shows in the campsites, the cinema rolled on day and night, the giant ferris wheel just kept on turning, there were lots of people who had done their best to consume the 30-odd cans per person alcohol ration in one day, but everybody was happy and you felt like you should go on all night - we had just about settled in for the night when that phone rang ...... and we trouped back to the site to re-unite it's owner with the poor lost thing.



John .....