City Paper is not for tourists
Just last week, the Boston Herald proclaimed that Mayer Hawthorne had “burst forth as the male answer to retro-soul queens Amy Winehouse and Sharon Jones.” Comparisons to soul divas, though, never reflect well on their retro-minded male counterparts, and here the crucial difference is the infusion of hip-hop—well, that plus a delivery that makes Hawthorne sound like Smokey Robinson’s wispy-voiced adopted white son. Mayer Hawthorne—the “porn” sobriquet (read: his middle name plus the street where he grew up) of Andrew Mayer Cohen—has spent plenty of time in Motown proper, but his accelerated drums and too-smooth horn arrangements betray the sensibility of a kid who discovered Curtis Mayfield through Tupac samples. Credulous young women won’t mind the latter when Hawthorne takes the stage to do his best Impressions impression(s).
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