Jamie Lidell with Empress Of and Ludwig Persik. 9 p.m. Friday, March 29, at the Independent. Advance tickets sold out.
With Rick James' trek to the great disco in the sky nearly nine years ago, and Prince's increasingly elusive, unpredictable behavior, someone's gotta be in line to carry on the legacy of slinky R&B/funk/pop/lovemaking music perfected by black dudes in the 1980s. How about a peculiar, skinny, sometimes scruffy white guy from England who has already (and successfully) tried his hand at sweaty '60s soul? Yeah, that pitch sounds preposterous, but Jamie Lidell's recent self-titled album proves that he just might make a solid candidate for the position. This full-length has synths that bubble and snap just right, rhythms that won't quit, and a falsetto Lidell manages like a champ. A press release has Lidell referencing Cameo, George Clinton, and Bobby Brown as inspirations — all of which are valid and sensible — but at its base, this record is ultimately a tryout for the throne of Paisley Park. And our unlikely hero totally nails it.