Foxwarren Close Their Tour with a Souflul Set at LA's The Bellwether

Foxwarren wrapped up their tour in Los Angeles with the kind of performance that reminds you exactly why they’ve become one of indie music’s most quietly essential bands. At The Bellwether, in front of an intimate crowd that felt more like a gathering of devoted friends than a final tour stop, the Canadian quartet delivered a gorgeously crafted set that managed to be both hypnotically chill and unexpectedly danceable. It was the perfect snapshot of what makes this band so special: immaculate musicianship, understated charisma, and songs that feel like they’re breathing right alongside you.

From the moment they stepped onstage, it was clear just how tight this band is, truly one of the tightest live ensembles you’re likely to find on any stage right now. Every transition, every instrumental flourish, every rhythmic shift landed with the kind of precision that only comes from years of playing together. Even in the most relaxed stretches of the set, they never once felt loose in a messy way, just loose in the cool, quietly confident way that defines their sound.

The setlist pulled beautifully from both eras of their catalog, with a satisfying blend of new material from 2 and the older, deeply beloved cuts from their 2018 self-titled album. The interplay between the newer tracks and the originals showcased just how much Foxwarren have evolved while staying unmistakably themselves, still warm, still textural, still anchored in a kind of gentle emotional clarity.

At the center of it all, of course, was Andy Shauf. His voice, soft, aching, almost impossibly controlled, floated above the arrangements with the same divine quality it holds on record, but with a live intimacy that felt even more fragile and moving. In the room, his vocals didn’t just glide; they glowed.

For a band known for subtlety, Foxwarren sprinkled in more than a few unexpectedly fun moments. There were sections that genuinely got the crowd moving, grooves that shimmered just brightly enough to get hips swaying, and just enough punch in the rhythm section to remind everyone that “chill” doesn’t mean “sleepy.” Their onstage banter added levity throughout, playful, warm, grateful, the kind of easy back-and-forth that only happens when a band is both exhausted from the road and thrilled to be onstage one last time.

The lighting design deserves its own shoutout, accentuating the band’s spacious arrangements with soft hues, patient fades, and enveloping color washes that made the entire show feel like we were all suspended inside a dream. It was immersive without being overwhelming, perfectly tailored to Foxwarren’s emotional palette.

By the end of the night, there was a sense of collective appreciation in the room—not only for the band’s performance, but for the entire journey that led to this tour closer. Foxwarren didn’t just play a show; they created an atmosphere, a shared moment, a reminder of how quietly transformative live music can be. We love this band. And after a night like this, it’s impossible not to.