The best band coming out of Seattle right now is the Cave Singers, which I finally had the pleasure of seeing the other night at the Echo. They play folksy-type rock in the same vein as Band of Horses, but with more of a bent toward the lullaby, a la Iron & Wine. And, oddly enough, it features one of the dudes from Pretty Girls Make Graves, arriving to a total 360. The best part, though, is that the lead guy's voice crackles like that of an 88-year-old, tobacco pipe smoking old man, when really, he's probably just pushing 28. And it doesn't hurt that he adds extra charm by playing a melodica and pounding on a washboard with a maraca.