1.19.2016

Quilt


Three records in, Quilt are still busing down the country highways and finding ways to capture the sunset in musical interludes. Plaza is glazed in their constant laid back approach, feeling as if all tension just kind of melts at the touch of the needle to the groove. There's a bit more clarity perhaps on this record, a sheen that's not so much crystalline as it is honey-dipped and light from behind like an amber suncatcher. Fittingly written in transit; Baltimore, Jersey, Upstate New York, the album has the feeling of skyline stretching to the dipped horizon, with the blurred hum of images floating past out the car windows. There's a breezy billowiness to pretty much everything that Quilt touches, something like summer sea air faintly blowing off of the set of songs that tinges the album with that hangover of wanderlust that follows vacations. The group's voices meld as if they were candle warmed and melted, never straining to find their fit together and though there's certainly a debt to be paid to the 60's folk rock forbears, they've picked up the mantle and found their footing among the strongest of that canon. Jarvis Taveniere again rears his head in the production chair and he's quickly proving to be the secret ingredient to effortless sounds in 2016. I can't tell if its a damn shame that the endless summer of Plaza arrives in the chilly confines of February, on one hand it feels ill suited but on the other, it feels like just what's needed to tide us all over until greener times.

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