The last time we saw the Stills was at SXSW two years ago, playing outdoors in some strange backyard on the last night of the fesitval. They told the crowd they had been touring for a year straight and were finally heading home. They seemed psyched. And basically we hadn't heard from them since. We recently got a copy of their upcoming album Without Feathers and needlesstosay we still fucks with this
band. Seeing them play their newly matured dream rock in Austin this year has only solidified their high standings with us. In fact, one of our staff members was so into it—air guitaring and who-hooing in the middle of songs—that it got kind of embarassing.