Fitz & The Tantrums

"Do you have soul?" "That all depends…" Seattle is certainly in step with America's renewed appetite for the stuff these days—and we even a couple revivalists of our own in acts like Allen Stone and Pickwick—but how do you tell the real greasy soul from the rotely formalist fluff? It may seem like a rockist question of authenticity, but in a genre whose very name connotes deep-down realness—the soul, along with the body and the mind, being a required, fundamental article of existence—it's worth asking. LA's Fitz and the Tantrums hit every note and pose perfectly, and theirs is a big, brassy, refreshingly light-hearted soul, but they sacrifice a certain amount of that sticky icky for slick glitz and Las Vegas revue showmanship. Whether that satisfies your inner Rob Gordon is up to you. With Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., American Tomahawk. ERIC GRANDY

Fri., Jan. 20, 7:30 p.m., 2012

 
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