We have been here before. Take Million Dead’s Frank Turner for example: before the humble acclaim that he received as a wandering raconteur (I mean, literally wandering - the man must have played every piss-stained pub and house party going), he was better know for screaming up in an inaudible lung in his previous hardcore punk Dead form before borrowing from folk luminaries to lash out with the clarity of an acerbic tongue.Forming from a similar ilk of resurrective ashes of recently deceased hardcore/post-punk (Hint, Hint, Cobra High, Pretty Girls Make Graves), Seattle-based The Cave Singers’ second album, ‘Welcome Joy’, is yet another dynamic change from post modern relations to a more rustic retrograde in sound and influence.
With all the distinctiveness and beauty of their debut ‘Invitation Songs’, ‘Welcome Joy’ lends from a family of grassroots influences to form a patchwork pastiche. From Fleetwood Mac circa ‘Rumours’, to Creedence Clearwater Revival, to Mark Lanegan and Guthrie, the likes of ‘Summer Light’, ‘Bramble’ and ‘Beach House’ are fuelled by the spirit of campfire candour - something that is warm, winsome and endearing.
To call it folk would be wrong - unfortunately its zeitgeist is long gone along with the pragmatism of Socialism - but as a trope to its aural pensive persuasion and bluesy brotherhood is something that fill the heart with joy as a welcoming reminder of a time not forgotten.
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