Watching Cass McCombs live is not altogether different from listening to Cass McCombs in my apartment because all the lights except for this rather sparkly, Lite-Brite-esque backdrop are, you know, off, and it’s all very downtempo and quiet and sort of very, very sad.

Watching Cass McCombs live is not altogether different from listening to Cass McCombs in my apartment because all the lights except for this rather sparkly, Lite-Brite-esque backdrop are, you know, off, and it’s all very downtempo and quiet and sort of very, very sad.