The Cave Singers is a three-piece folk band from Seattle, Washington. The band consists of guitarist Derek Fudesco (former Pretty Girls Make Graves bassist), along with drummer Marty Lund (formerly of Cobra High), and vocalist Pete Quirk (formerly of Hint Hint). They formed in 2007 just after the demise of PGMG. They have released three outstanding albums to date. No Witch, their third release and first on Jagjaguwar, is a departure from their two previous releases in that most of the songs are now electric.
The two songs below are a great illustration of the transition they have made from their past acoustic sound to their new electric sound. “Swim Club”, with it’s sweet and warm acoustic roll, conjures the feelings of working out in the yard on a nice summer day while the kids ride their bikes up and down the street. While “Black Leaf” brings the rock, and brings it good. The hand claps, tambourine and chunky guitar really make this song move. These songs are so good, when you have finished listening to them, you will immediately go out and buy this album. It may even become THE soundtrack to your upcoming summer. Enjoy.
I’ve been captivated by Bill Callahan ever since I discovered him at my favorite 
Inlets’ first full-length album has been over three years in the making, and now fans can finally hear why it took so long. Sebastian Krueger is back with a lush slice of pastoral pop called “Bright Orange Air”, a teaser from the forthcoming Inter Arbiter LP. Equally gorgeous is the accompanying video, directed by 
Sebastian Fors, Sweden’s answer to Jeff Tweedy, used to roll with a revolving cast of characters called The Ones That Got Away. He now leads a group called Let’s Say We Did. Fors’ groggy vocals and lovelorn lyrics cast a nice shadow against the band’s bright Americana pop. Frayed edges in the production make it feel old and familiar, like flannel on a cold day. Cozy up.
I don’t listen to David Bazan as much as I should. The reason why is pathetic. And definitely one a musician never wants to hear—that you love one album, or maybe just one song, so much that anything else from that artist pales in comparison, according to that person’s narrow, small-minded, myopic point of view. Guilty. My two favorite song’s from Bazan come from his 
R.I.P.
Compared to the bands I’m about to use to describe them, Total Babe could be named Just Babes. Still in their teens, this Minnesota quartet just performed their EP release party in their hometown and one of their mother’s baked brownies for the event. But their songwriting skills belie their ages. Oh the hooks! I was just listening to The Wishing Chair by 10,000 Maniacs and there’s a similarity in the two bands’ vocal deliveries, the languid enunciation, the stringing together of syllables from adjacent words, the way the vocals sound as if they’re sung in some other Germanic language. Or imagine Lush unplugging and dropping their tempo a notch. That’s it sort of— Total Babe strips away the feedback, the distortion, and the droning from the shoegaze aesthetic, leaving room for their heavenly vocals to breathe. Surprisingly, mature musical decisions for a young, fresh band.
With muffled vocals in minor keys, purposeful feedback, and dominating drums Valleys eerie folk sound resembles a bizarre nightmare. 
Upon entering the nondescript disc into my player and pressing play, unexpected sounds of the early ’60s folk revival greeted me. Upcoming solo musicians and bands alike attempt this sound often, aiming for the blues-rock appeal of Dylan and the Byrds. Despite many failures at this seemingly futile endeavor, Secondstar’s EP Teeth effortlessly masters it.