the cave singers: king tuts: glasgow
i missed running with horses.
did see member of the wedding who played a pleasant kind of k-records jangly glasgow indie.
so the cave singers.
the atmosphere was pretty cool. the band seemed to be digging it. the crowd seemed to be digging them. playing a kind of folky bluesy fingerpickery pete seeger-ish thang by way of kraut rhythms and blow keyboards. it’s folk from a bunch of folks who never listened to much folk. derek fudesco used to play in murder city devils who i fucking loved and pretty girls make graves who i didn’t so much. and he seems itching to be up out of his seat and stalking the stage. instead he sates his urges with footstomping and some electroacoustic loveliness.
quirks voice is amazing. kindof reedy and nasal. i’m reminded of 16 horsepower or maybe violent femmes, midlake (ie fleetwood mac), willard grant conpiracy, the replacements more restrained numbers, dylan. well you get the picture. folk, gothic folk kindof but warm and inviting, without the sisters of mercy or masacara. punk without the attitude and sneer. the record, invitation songs, and it’s synthy americana is goddam good. live they’re astonishingly goddam good. the record fleshes things out with wind instruments and extra percussioning and guitararing. live it’s sparse and shuffling and creakingly melodic. like a skiffle band with washboard, busking about women and exwomen and otherwomen.
it was a bloody good evening.
dancing on our graves live:
new monuments live:
cavespace / caveblog / cavelabel
oh and the blogspot has some nice febo pictures. febo!
