Best Fake R&B

City Paper

Underneath all of that retrolicious shtick—the fancy suits with the big collars, all the shouted and grunted cries of “baby” and “honey,” the “dirty dog” talk, the pitch-perfect fascimile of maximalist soul, calling himself “singer, dancer & revolutionary social movement”—Bosley’s got excellent songs and an even-more-impressive live show (all sweaty hooting and hollering). But all of that other in-quotes Otis Redding stuff, that studious sense of “pop” as it was defined before the ’60s, is a big part of the fun, so embrace it all. Come for the killer songs, stay for the stellar soul-dork spectacle.

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