On their sprawling fourth studio album Noami, Seattle’s Cave Singers continue to expand their brand of rootsy, psychedelic rock. Now officially a quartet (with the addition of former Blood Brothers bassist Morgan Henderson), they sound more like a legitimate “band” than ever before: Henderson brings a funky virtuoso edge to these groove-heavy anthems, punching up the high-octane soul of “Early Moon” and anchoring the jittery, two-chord pulse of “Have to Pretend” with deep-pocket propulsion.
But even when The Cave Singers get loud, their sound remains earthy and raw, as intimate as a campfire moonshine-sing-along. Vocalist Pete Quirk is the band’s backwoods sage — and still very much an acquired taste — doling out country-boy witticisms and hippie wisdom in a throaty bark that often resembles Beavis from Beavis & Butthead. “All the weeds, the weeds are growin’,” Quirk croons on “Week to Week,” floating atop a dreamy Laurel Canyon churn, “That’s the way these flowers gonna learn.” Bullshit? Maybe. But, as always, The Cave Singers twist it into an unlikely revelation.