The rise of Imelda May has been a slow climb, but a steady one. The singer began to round the Dublin burlesque circuit at 16, and even then, her fundamental traits were in place: pop-noir glamour that takes the blues as its home base, and the kind of big, theatrical voice that you’d imagine spends its nights melting hardboiled hearts in the smoky back room of some velvet-decked joint somewhere in a seedy part of town. Though she’s on the front lines of the rockabilly revival, her songs range far and wide into soul, 60s pop, and even shades of goth. May layers bubblegum catchiness over a slightly evil — and addictive — underside.
Mon., Sept. 29, 7 p.m., 2014