After a warm Wednesday morning turned into a cold and rainy afternoon, the perfect cure for the winter blues was found at the Gothic Theatre where Misterwives made their stop in Denver on their “No Place Like Home Tour.” The band, headed by front woman Mandy Lee, brought an endless supply of energy and positivity to liven up the atmosphere with their signature brand of anthemic indie pop songs.
While Clasen concentrated on the songs for the first half of their set, he gradually opened up to audience participation. ”We played Denver once and there was a huge blizzard after the show,” he recalled, unintentionally making the room nervous at the inclement weather outside. At one point he engaged the crowd in a word game. After he asked the room for an adjective, he received an answer in the form of an audience member yelling the word “swimming,” exemplifying the failures of the American education system in a single moment. No matter, Clasen played along, using the arsenal of sound effects in their set’s library to recreate the word.
When the lights finally dimmed, the band walked out dressed all in white and Lee followed moments later, bounding onto the stage dressed in a pink tulle dress and beginning with, ironically, “The End.” The plastic flowers wrapped around the mic stands and flashing rainbow lights truly transported the audience to an Oz-like world in the middle of Englewood.
Between each song, soundbites from Victor Fleming’s “The Wizard of Oz” played, young Judy Garland’s voice guiding the band from song to song and adding a touch of nostalgia to the night. Lee took a few moments throughout the night to address the crowd, instructing them to use their concert to “do whatever you have to do to feel better than when you walked through those doors.” She encouraged everyone to unapologetically be their truest selves, telling the audience that their music was created to remind everyone “to never fit into a fucking box.”
Coming back on stage for the encore, Lee performed “Vagabond” solo in a touching moment for everyone in the room. Her band rejoined the spotlight afterwards from the balcony in the back of the house, making their way through the crowd marching band-style. Eventually they all ended up back on stage to end the night with an explosive performance of the hope-filled, brass-driven anthem, “Our Own House.” As everyone departed from the joy-filled house Misterwives built in the Gothic that night, they left with the knowledge that they could come back anytime they wanted.
