Quilt – Quilt (2011) review
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Quilt “Quilt” (Mexican Summer, 2011)
I’ve gotten rather tired of asking myself why reviewers need
to connect some artificial dots and timeline, suggesting that new psych bands
are nothing more than indy infused versions of psychedelia that was heard years
ago, when they could just as easily sit back and spend a splendid evening of
hypnotic romance presented in a fresh and intoxicating manner that’s evolved,
more accomplished, and so futuristic that it does sound retro.
to connect some artificial dots and timeline, suggesting that new psych bands
are nothing more than indy infused versions of psychedelia that was heard years
ago, when they could just as easily sit back and spend a splendid evening of
hypnotic romance presented in a fresh and intoxicating manner that’s evolved,
more accomplished, and so futuristic that it does sound retro.
Having said this, The Jefferson Airplane certainly embarked
on a surrealistic adventure back in the mid 60’s, laying some quality
groundwork that’s impossible to deny or push aside, leaving Quit to charter new
territory by stitching together a sound that comes across as homemade, newly
discovered, rich, filled with harmonies, a collective sensibility, and an
intimacy that’s lacking in so much of today’s music. No, this is not “White
Rabbit” or “California Dreamin’” … no, these songs are not meant as full
volume counterculture anthems to shout down the establishment … these songs
are subversive, whispers filtering up through the floorboards to quietly remind
you that your independence is still at risk, that the expansion of the consciousness
is still a noble virtue, and that a delicate hand will certainly lead you home,
with the understanding that all things are possible.
on a surrealistic adventure back in the mid 60’s, laying some quality
groundwork that’s impossible to deny or push aside, leaving Quit to charter new
territory by stitching together a sound that comes across as homemade, newly
discovered, rich, filled with harmonies, a collective sensibility, and an
intimacy that’s lacking in so much of today’s music. No, this is not “White
Rabbit” or “California Dreamin’” … no, these songs are not meant as full
volume counterculture anthems to shout down the establishment … these songs
are subversive, whispers filtering up through the floorboards to quietly remind
you that your independence is still at risk, that the expansion of the consciousness
is still a noble virtue, and that a delicate hand will certainly lead you home,
with the understanding that all things are possible.
Quilt weave their songs with purpose, delighting in the fact
that a track such as “Cowboys In The Void” will spin your head around, as if
you’d just gotten an unexpected kiss in a manner that curled your toes. These are gifted songs, every bit as gifted
and unexpected as The Grateful Dead’s “Box Of Rain,” and certainly worthy of long
exhales spaced out in the ether.
that a track such as “Cowboys In The Void” will spin your head around, as if
you’d just gotten an unexpected kiss in a manner that curled your toes. These are gifted songs, every bit as gifted
and unexpected as The Grateful Dead’s “Box Of Rain,” and certainly worthy of long
exhales spaced out in the ether.
Review made by Jenell Kesler/2014
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