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With so many Beach Houses, Beach Fossils, Best Coasts and Tennises churning out airy-summery indie pop, can you blame the Cave Singers for indulging in a bit of shrewd marketing? "Swim Club" poses as just that brand of childhood-retrospective hazy carefreeness. An acoustic guitar picks out a light melody while the rhythm whisks like spokes in sunlight; percussion fizzes, an alto flute peeps and singer Pete Quirk weaves an impressionistic tale about a girl, a mountain bike and day that seems to last forever. "Dark streets, watch out/ Red sun, come home," he sings.
No Witch, the Seattle trio's third album, breaks free from the pack by going deeper into the sadness part of the sad-sweet equation. While the competition draws on '60s easy listening with hints of Brazilian pop, the Cave Singers take the creaky old folk/blues route: "Haller Lake" is a woodsy anthem threaded with tambourine and melodica, while "Falls" is a minor-chord lament that reeks of Delta bottomland. Throughout the album, idealizations of the past can't blot out fears of a future one shade shy of bleak. Beds are cold, loved ones vanish and dreams of settling down come off as wistful and naïve. "Maybe you'll stay and… read more »