The act I went to review last night, Black Mountain, totally killed it from song one of their set. At first I wasn't sure how well Vernon's stripped down aesthetic was matched with Black Mountain's bombastic psychedelic rock. Yet the common thread between the two was the sense of something spiritual, not in the sense of religion, but in terms of being in touch with spirit and that which lies beneath the surface.
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Maybe you're all indie'd out and you're tired of the minimalist, navel gazing shite that got you through this bi-polar winter. Maybe you're tired of smacking yourself in the head, realizing that you could've seen a kick-ass band in the cozy comfort of Johnny Brenda's rather than the hips-to-asses crappy acoustics Electric Factory a year from now. Or maybe, it's Wednesday night and you want to tie one on and rock the hell out like it's Friday.
The Cave Singers are a new trio out of Seattle, and their music is being described as "haunting," as "folk music approached by way of punk rock," and as "sparse, melodic, and simultaneously creepy and alluring." Those last two quotes are from Brian Barr of Seattle Weekly, and we have to agree with him pretty much 100%. We've been listening to their debut full length, Invitation Songs, and we're pretty impressed. Particular favorites of ours include the romantic "Helen," the excellent, foot-stomping "Dancing on Our Graves," and the eerie and slightly menacing "New Monuments." If you think you'd like to try these guys out for yourself, well, you're in luck! They're playing Johnny Brenda's this Friday night with Black Mountain.

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