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January 2- 8, 2003
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Somewhere between the wistful ache of Nick Drake and Badly Drawn Boy's coy joys -- lyrically, vocally and musically -- is sinister but sincere singer/songwriter David Poe. That you never heard his eponymous 1997 debut shouldn't rattle you. I never bothered to listen to it until his new CD, the dramatic Late Album (Sony), hit. Suddenly, his first CD's dark bedtime-story aesthetic makes sense. He's making loud NPR-glam-chamber folk; big synth-stringed production pop tunes (like the goofball You're The Bomb) and overly theatrical, mannered Muzak (Good Lonely) so hammy you'll think he's always being sarcastic. And maybe he is.
David Poe, Fri., Jan. 3, 8 p.m., $12, with Patty Rothbert, Tin Angel, 20 S. Second St., 215-928-0770.
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