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It’s not uncommon to form a band while in college, and that is exactly what Quilt did. Its primary members, Shane Butler and Anna Fox Rochinski (as well as Taylor Mcvay—who plays on much of the record, but has since left the band amicably) were all visual art students at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, but bonded over their mutual love of weird, experimental jams and classic pop harmonies. John Andrews joined the band as drummer after opening for every Quilt show on tour in 2009. Butler grew up in a “spiritual community with a lot of musical chanting” and Rochinski was “doing classical singing in choirs that had a lot of crazy harmonies. There’s a lot of repetitive, almost mantra stuff in our songs,” she adds. Quilt is a band with strong roots that formed at the apex of the point in your life when you’re thinking about your own art and what it all means. Then you grow up. You get married, you get a real job, life gets in the way of your art. But the support structure of the band is strong, and they powered through. This self-titled debut full length is the result.

The album, produced and engineered by Apollo Sunshine’s Jesse Gallagher, feels fully formed in a way that their older cassette material only hinted at. From the gorgeous two and three-part harmonies that pepper every track to the twinkling guitar that floats over everything, this is wandering music made up of expansive, cinematic moments, brought home by those harmonies. Singing at the same time, Butler and Rochinski are the core, sounding both powerful and intimate while letting their voices go thin and then build up to a concrete thickness. At points, when all three members sing, it’s a revalation. “Penobska Oakwalk” sounds already classic, Rochinski rounding out Butler’s melancholy with subtle power, while “Gome Home” is all bluster, thudding bass, footstomps and faint, swirling desolation. “Philosophically and musically we’re very attuned in a lot of ways,” Butler says. It’s visual music without any visuals. Quilt’s music is so vivid that we don’t even need them.

But the real key to the album lies in the members’ complete freedom with their music. Each of these songs is a result of endless jamming—letting the tracks take shape organically until they cohered into songs worth digging into. “We get together and intuitively flow and then carve the songs with lyrics,” Butler says of the writing process. But that’s not to say Quilt are comfortable making an appealing melody and a catchy riff and leaving it at that. Instead, the band finds a formula in experimentation, letting keys drift languidly, following their own threads wherever they need to go. It is at once calming and arresting, the sound of a band finding its footing even as they break musical boundaries so subtly it’s almost not noticeable. “When you’re in school your entire life, plus you made this album right when you’re getting out of school. Your whole life changes all of a sudden and you’re like what is my agenda going to be?” Butler says. “A lot of this album is a coming of age album. Being like, Oh we’re in this world now, what are we gonna do with it?”

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released November 8, 2011

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Track Name: Young Gold
Change, well they say the body’s hide
Wait I never wanted this disguise

We don’t know - When the lights are low
We don’t know - That the lights they grow

Say that I caught you in a lie
Awake no longer slipping in the night
(Turning stones to gold - We’ll waken in a golden glow)

We don’t know - And the lights are low
But as above - So below


all these ways, have come undone
all these ways, have come undone


All these ways we come undone
You say you’re lost but now you’re gone

All these ways we come rundown
And now you’re blessed with gold
Track Name: Cowboys in the Void
Oh, their horse is down
Look in the mouth, frantic, silently
But nothing happened
They couldn't find a proper way to pronounce it dead


Borealis news
Could have gone beyond the world of hurried hands
Well they don't mind it
Cause they left and flew to the sky in the cowboy night


Left standing in the only void we know
No talking in the only void we know
Left standing in the only void we know

We gotta go
We gotta hide
We gotta go
We gotta hide

Left standing in the only void we know

We gotta go
We gotta hide
We gotta go
We gotta hide

A feeling, fleeting like perfect circles
bending over backwards down to the end
Cowboys in the void
Understand it's all behind, but return again
And nobody told us not to come home
And nobody told us not to come home
nobody told us not to come home
We're staring at the void and we don't know why
Track Name: Children of Light
Oh, they may be wrong
About the things they saw
So they marked the ground
Now it's been so long
We got that earthly drone
And yes we like Bossa Nova
We'll learn to forget the past
But we'll still remember something

Oh, a waste of time
Trailing something gone
On somebody's dime
Watering the lawn

We're going' off to war
Not like the one before
I met a man today
He was a founding father

Oh, the golden years
When damp bells ring true
Children of the light
Sleep in darkness too
Track Name: Penobska Oakwalk
And oh, you looked at me
As if I was another side of the game
The unknown know
We always seem, seem to play with confidence

And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
And "why" you said to me
Why would we try, why should we try to make anew
When we could be
intoxicated by this ordinary turn again?

And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
Do you remember when
When you shook, or when you felt a rising tide?
From within, before the cross
From that place where our child resides

And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska

Tripping on the bricks in the light of another snow
You hand me a gift, a trade of I don't know why
I've been packing bombs for a man in an idle tower
Who traded this land for an open hand of flowers

How did we get so ...

Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious
How did we get so …

And now we return through the means of that destruction
How did we get so …

Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious
How did we get so …

And now we return through the means of that destruction
Track Name: Rabid Love
You say you call this rabid love
And I think it's funny
You hand me dirty rags, my love
And you call me honey

Hopping on this train, my dove
Don't you follow me on it
I don't know where I'm going, love
And I got no money

And I'll have this day in the back of my mind
And I'll have this day in the back of my mind

No, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right

And no, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right
Track Name: Milo
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?

You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know

Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?

You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know

Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?
Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?

You can call me Mr. Morning
I was just lost ahead
Looking at the past and counting all the things I know

Do you remember?
We were out and walking
Staring at the sun

And I
Lost all of my days
While we were drenched in talking
Speaking about nothing
Nothing spoke to us
While breaking through an open
Space in our days
And I, I, I, I

Hold my hand
read the sky
Giving me - signs

Hold my hand
read the sky
Giving me - signs

Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?

Milo, you're lost in your head
Why won't you let yourself be?

Call me Mr. Morning
But I was just lost ahead

Looking at the past and counting all the things
I know
Track Name: Utopian Canyon
Oh, Hold me out
And say we're in motion
We're running wild
Utopian canyon

And oh, bastard son
Formless new token
Of trying times
Sweet heart's devotion

Oh my god
How we've mutated this
confrontation
And simply taken love laying

down, down, down, down
down, down, down, down

We took it only for ourselves
Track Name: Lost & Lewd
Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so
Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so

Losing limbs and lost and less
Well you had a shitty attitude
Not enough to stick around
Sick of playing lost and found
Losing limbs and lost and less
Well you had a shitty attitude
Not enough to stick around
Sick of playing lost and found

Losing limbs and lost and lewd

Call me a sinner and call me gold
Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold
Now you're stuck, nowhere to go
But you called me a liar when I told you so
Na na na na na na na
Track Name: The Silver Stairs of Ketchikan
Wake up early just to know that I am still in bed
Architecture's turning over, town is painted red
If I'm there
I'm walking backwards
Time and time again
I remember falling forwards
Not back into bed

Let the asphalt path continue
So it's words come clear
Turning of our simple distance
To those ending near
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Where it could begin
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Time and time again

We forget what we are
at the right time, every time

We forget what we are
at the right time, every time

We forget what we are
at the right time, every time

We forget what we are
at the right time, every time
Track Name: Gome Home
Silent silence calls your name, you said you were