After four weeks on the road, the Cave Singers—Seattle’s
dirgiest dirge-folk trio—have earned a proper homecoming.
With these unassuming guys, that requires little more than a case of
PBR, a dimly lit stage, a couple acoustic guitars, and their tiny
drum kit. Expect numbers from their recently released debut,
Invitation Songs: a mesmerizing, pastoral hallucination that could soundtrack a Twin Peaks dream sequence as easily as
an Appalachian coal miner’s funeral. (Crocodile, 2200 Second
Ave, 441-5611. 9 pm, $10 adv/$12 DOS, 21+.)