Yesterday, our buddy Theo Nion published “Mr. Autumn Man Walking Down Street With Cup of Coffee, Wearing Sweater Over Plaid Collared Shirt.” In it, Mr. Autumn watches “Meet me in St. Louis” on DVD while sipping hot apple cider, but in my stereotypical hipster Fall evening, it’s raining outside my window and I’m sipping herbal tea while listening to Sea Wolf’s “Leaves in the River” through good headphones. Alex Brown Church also wrote this song for Augusten Burroughs, just because Augusten asked him to:

It’s apparently super popular to hate on Sea Wolf for being too earnest, too pretty and “for girls.” (Thank you, Indie Rock Woman Dissers. SAYP, brahs.) Pitchfork didn’t even review Sea Wolf’s latest record, Old World Romance, after pretty much shitcanning their second album in 2009.

But tonight, Sea Wolf is assembling in St. Louis to play melodic indie pop/ chamber folk rock for the lucky souls at Plush in Midtown. Sure, Sea Wolf is evocative of The Arcade Fire, Bright Eyes, Grizzly Bear, Bon Iver, and St. Vincent. But this concert costs $12, and you don’t need a time machine to get tickets. The songwriting is tight (I wouldn’t lie to you), the instruments are lush and the vocals are earnest AND THAT ISN’T A BAD THING. Also, in my experience, the people who like Sea Wolf aren’t assholes. You can’t lose! See you there.