Cris Cab


Are you an aficionado of slack radio pop who finds Jason Mraz, like, way too white? Is Bruno Mars, correspondingly, too black? Then you should probably step to the improbably named Cris Cab, a youthful-yet-soulful troubadour battling acne but still fond of gentle, ladled guitars, broad cliches, and early Jack Johnson albums. Seriously, surrender now: By the time you’ve ordered and consumed your next frappuccino, dude will own your summer and everybody else’s as well, Justin Bieber included.

Thu., July 12, 7 p.m., 2012