
Aside from the introductory shout, “Hey, we’re Cave from Chicago,” some vocals would have given a whole lot more flair to each song. But as challenging as it may be for an instrumental rock back to hold an audience's attention in the age of the smart phone, if the four members of Cave — Cooper, Rotten Milk, Dan, Rex — know one thing, it’s that you can do whatever the hell you want to do on stage, so long as the rhythm section is tight, bold and right up front. For more on this see the legacies of Can, Silver Apples, Stereolab, Faust et. al.
However, two seemingly expert knob-twiddlers (one switching between keys and guitar) also flanked the bass and drums, adding washes of minimal sonic color and velocity to the group’s psychedelic swan dives into infinite rhythms — each song reaching deeper and higher into the cosmos, while interlocking musical patterns kept it all buoyant and moving along.