Concert Review: Mewithoutyou

Mewithoutyou

Better than: Watching a televangelist from the comfort of your air-conditioned living room.

By CRYSTAL K. WIEBE

One guy on the left side of the room undulated, shirtless, last night for the entirety of Mewithoutyou’s experimental-spiritual indie rock set. I don’t really like it when dudes strip down at shows, but this time I was kind of jealous. The Bottleneck was a sauna. It was one of those shows where the sweat gathers at your neck and pours right down your back and legs, whether you’re dancing or just standing still.

That the singer for opening band Maps and Atlases survived his whole set wearing a long-sleeved, button-down shirt and cardigan is kind of amazing.