Blog: PopMatters

The Cave Singers attain an unheralded harmony between the back porch and the road on their sophomore masterpiece. I first heard the Cave Singers in Neumo's, a small, sweaty bar in Seattle. The in-house DJ was spinning in anticipation of a gut-busting rock 'n' roll powerhouse out of Detroit. As the crowd continued to grow, the DJ kept the blood flowing with some pretty meaty selections. Then, as if in one of those grand, Hollywood moments of clarity, he introduced me to the Cave Singers. I can't be sure whether it was Pete...