Californian Nick Waterhouse's sweaty sax-driven R&B is so decisively retro in sound that those listening to his debut album without the benefit of liner notes might wrongly assume it was released in 1962 rather than five months ago. Prone to an onstage fashion sense best described as Roy Orbison-meets-Mad Men, it would be all too easy to write off Waterhouse's soul revival act as mere obnoxious kitsch — except the songs are so infectiously catchy. Waterhouse could become the new Winehouse if a bit of Mark Ronson production fairy dust were sprinkled on tunes like the bold and sassy "Is That Clear." Catch him now before a major label inevitably snatches him up, buffs away some of his appealing rawness, and sets him on the path to theater-headlining status. With Allah Las and Mike 2600. 18+.
Thu., Oct. 11, 8 p.m., 2012