sonic weavers Quilt before their gig at the Rural Indie Camp Festival held on the hills behind Genova, Northern Italy. I had first seen Quilt a couple of years back at the Liverpool Psych Fest then again a few days later in a small club in Coventry, when I caught them opening a gig for Mexican Summer label-mates The Fresh and Onlys . While the headliners played a more ballsy rock and roll that I wasn’t quite in the mood for that night, I got lost in the awesome opening band’s intertwining dreamy melodies and especially the vocals of Anna Fox Rochinski , knitting a warm musical blanket for collective souls to be tucked under. That night, there was a song in particular that struck a chord that kept resonating in my head. It was some sort of long, cosmic space jam with a beautiful riff keeping it grounded. I bought the record right after the show and soon enough found it in a more structured form as Cowboys In The Void, the second song on the album.
The Fat Angel Sings 