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Closing out the evening was Quinn Tsan, whose set was filled with sorrowfully magnetic songs built around lush instrumentation and stellar vocals. A little bit folk, a little bit country; Tsan and her band breezed through a performance that made it hard to believe she's only briefly been on the scene as a solo artist. Her group had the versatility to pull off swaying, autumnal melodies ala Karen Elson while still allowing her free reign to get a bit more eccentric on peppier tunes- think Regina Spektor bouncing around a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah number. They were precise and sweetly comforting, deliberate while staying endearing, all while showing off a knack for mood-building that most young acts don't develop so quickly. Tsan ended the show on a song that featured some gorgeous lap steel work and another devastating vocal performance- as strong a tune as any played all night.
It's a cliche to call an act "one to watch out for," and it's even worse to slap that label on three who played in the same night. Fuck it. Keep an eye (ear?) on these bands. While this gig wasn't a formal "showcase" in any way, the embarrassment of riches in Chicago music was on full display Thursday night.