The Shudder to Think Quasi-Reunion
September 17
Mercury Lounge

Craig Wedren’s beauty only makes him more terrifying, his pointy head shaved down to the bone, his sideburns carved into ornery Tetris pieces, his voice a blunt, quivering instrument of ethereal violence, the cruelest and most bewildering falsetto imaginable. Fuck a Jeff Buckley. As his Mercury set starts, Craig quietly strums his guitar (dissonant chords, seemingly randomly selected) and croons a luscious ballad—Yoouuu must be heaven sent—that, he explains, serves two purposes: It reminds him of his wife, and it allows his drummer to take a crap.