If you never looked at the CD cover for this album, you could be forgiven for believing some dusty studio engineer in Memphis had unearthed a forgotten treasure. In a vault or closet, he found a lost tape from one of those Sam Cookes or Jackie Wilsons. Turns out, Dee is a young Boston white dude who happened to tap into the oft-forgotten soul and doo-wop genres at an age when his classmates were drawing Creed or Jay-Z logos on their backpacks. Dee is a terrifically emotive singer and songwriter and, if his lyrics tend towards Hallmark-card rhyme schemes, the music and hooks somehow manage to sound utterly fresh and yet straight from a golden era long-gone. Great stuff - and Dee performs in the Hygienic Art Park on June 15.
- RICK KOSTER