In her search for âbeautiful, seated theatersâ for her forthcoming spring tour, Mitski may well have already chosen the ultimate in the genre. Tonight, the singer describes Londonâs Union Chapel as âthe most beautiful venue Iâve ever had the privilege to stand inâ â a place she âwould haunt the shit out ofâ. The space is resplendent in Gothic frescoes and vaulted ceilings: ideal both acoustically and aesthetically for what will be a mesmerising sermon.
Contrary to the artistâs often histrionic performances, this is a remarkably spare show, and all the more striking for it. The main bulk of the set revolves around the recently-released seventh album âThe Land Is Inhospitable and So Are Weâ, with a full acoustic rendition of the project from start to finish. Joined only by an electro-acoustic guitar and a double bass, the enunciated clarity of Mitskiâs voice is startlingly and consistently evident for the duration of the hour-long performance.
Union Chapel chimes well with the sumptuous sound of Mitskiâs seventh record, and chafes intriguingly with themes of destruction evident on it. Under the eye of the petal-shaped stained glass high up on the eastern wall, acoustic versions of these songs allow the poetry within to bloom. She gestures to her chest during ‘The Deal’: âI want someone to take this soul/I canât bear to keep itâ she sings as she proffers the imaginary spirit to the seated audience.

There are several moments like this, in which Mitski uses quiet mimes to emphasise her more impactful lyrics: she wears a desolate, far-off expression as ‘The Frost’ comes to a close, while on ‘I Love Me After You’, she draws up her simple jumper to show a slice of midriff, as if to bare herself once more to the âdarknessâ that sees her naked in her window.
Itâs all, of course, an act, but one you might never see through does she not herself reveal it: âOkay, letâs get back into characterâ she says after her longest run of patter between âI Donât Like My Mindâ and âThe Dealâ.
Itâs a young crowd: one that sits in raptures during the play-through of âThe Land Is InhospitableâŠâ and duly joins in for the singalong portion of âfan favouritesâ: ‘Francis Forever’, ‘I Bet On Losing Dogs’ (which Mitski finishes up in a foetal death pose), ‘Love Me More’, ‘A Pearl’ and encore âA Burning Hillâ, performed (âsurprise!â) from the pulpit.
Mitski has acknowledged the potential repercussions of such relatively exclusive bookings, and that âfeeling of scarcityâ she referenced this week on her XÂ (formally Twitter) profile is compounded tonight in London: here for one night only, hopeful chancers stand in the rain on the off chance a space might open up for them. The antithesis of cram gigging, itâs a strategy that fits Mitskiâs boutique approach to music â and for the lucky 900 in the congregation tonight, it is also a blessing.
Mistki played:
âBug Like an Angelâ
âBuffalo Replacedâ
âHeavenâ
âI Donât Like My Mindâ
âThe Dealâ
âWhen Memories Snowâ
âMy Love Mine All Mine’
âThe Frostâ
âStarâ
âIâm Your Manâ
âI Love Me After Youâ
âFrancis Foreverââ
âI Bet on Losing Dogsâ
âLove Me Moreâ
âA Pearlâ
âA Burning Hillâ
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