In Reverb's tireless quest to bring you the latest report on Seattle's Tuesday scene, last night I trekked to the relocated Can Can (it's upstairs now!) to hear the sounds of Young Lions and Tony Kevin Jr. Inside, waves of maroon fabric and red lighting gave the space an almost womb-like vibe. When I walked in, Young Lions were starting their set. In their plaid flannel (yes) and loose-fitting jeans, the four members looked like the guy you might see sitting next to you at your "hip" desk job. Frontman Joshua Phillips sings in a Garth Brooksian twang, his voice incongruously deep (if I closed my eyes, I was reminded a bit of current Idol hopeful Scotty McCreery). The songs themselves sound more rock than country, and were quite likable, especially the less "sad bastard" numbers. Add some pleasant stage banter (keyboardist: "I know I shouldn't tell a Laffy Taffy joke, but this one is just too good. Why did the tomato blush?" Audience: "Because she saw the salad dressing!") and you've got yourself a pretty charming act.
The crowd: Robin Pecknold lookalikes and girls with messy hair and English accents. Actually, a huge table I'd assumed to be friends of the bands turned out to be travelers from the Green Tortoise Hostel, laughing and flirting with abandon (and causing great frustration to Tony Kevin Jr.).
Overheard: "Brad and I wrote this song doing hot yoga."