Pure Comedy, is destined for a spot on nearly every best-of list come the end of the year, and you won’t regret catching him before then.
There is no in-between with Father John Misty. You either find his caustic and sardonic humor (and the impossible consistency with which he delivers it) hugely endearing or you can’t stand the guy. (Many of the individuals who fall in the latter category also consider themselves “deplorables” and apply the word “snowflake” to anyone who presents a minor disagreement with their worldview, but that’s neither here nor there.) A gifted songwriter with one hell of a biting wit to match, the L.A.-based performer and festival mainstay has spent his career tackling subjects such as millennial apathy, the apocalypse, mindless consumerism under capitalism, Christianity in America, and his own marriage. His most recent album, the cheekily titled