As If

Somewhere between the dignified wilderness and soul-struck portraiture of a Rosa Bonheur painting, and the hallowed seconds between interior impulse and exterior voice—blending like the pale light of a Nordic summer night in a country of his own mind—Stone Jack Jones casts a vision with the force of wind sweeping across the marshes of a long-lost Southern highway on Voodoo Home EP.

With the resolve of an artist casting his net into the unknown, searching for figures adrift on the surface that separates the seen from the unfathomable, his voice emerges like an echo from a haunted bluegrass tune—carried down from the mountains on high and across the murky waters of the lowlands. ‘Voodoo Home‘ builds a house among the strange, with “love to find us, love to bind us.” “This is my testament,” the venerable Stone intones within the comforting walls of the indecipherable on ‘No One’. And as the EP draws to its centerpiece, his voice bellows across ‘As If,‘ “Oh brother, I am here.”

A testament to a life of restless experimentation, Voodoo Home EP is not the culmination of self-discovery, but rather the sober, vivid reflection upon the mystery itself—staring deep into the unknown and finding solace in its embrace.