As the name suggests, Seattle's Cave Singers don't strike me as an obvious choice for an early afternoon set in sun. Their understated, quality-over-quantity minimalism, and generally low-key repertoire seems far more at home home in the dim lit late night.
Audience and band alike didn't have any trouble overcoming whatever aesthetic obstacles their washboard-fueled, indie/folk rock presented. The nookish stage aside KeyArena was packed. That is, until the Shins' set drew near, and there was a mini exodus. But after a handful of songs from the Shins, I regretted the move.