Papa Mali

Bluesman Papa Mali sounds like he’s singing inside an iron lung while

chain-smoking filterless Gitanes. His voice aches and quakes with a

throaty rumble that makes you want to simultaneously beg for mercy and

beg for more. In other words: He’s the real deal. Born on the bayou in

Shreveport, La., Papa sucked the lifeblood from his hot and sticky

homeland (just listen to that slide-guitar cry!), spit it out, and

then deep-fried it in funk for his much-praised debut, Thunder Chicken

(the title says it all, doesn’t it?). For his belated follow-up,

2007’s Do Your Thing, Papa shot his sound to the stratosphere, then

brought it back down in a capsule filled with extraterrestrial wails,

heart-beating drums, and ferocious bass. Don’t hurt ’em, Pops—please.

With guests. Nectar Lounge, 412 N. 36th St., 632-2020. 8 p.m. $10 adv.

Listen to a sample of Papa Mali’s “Honeybee.”

Sun., March 2, 8 p.m., 2008