Apparently Josh Groban is hot shit, one of those darling little vocalists you’ve never really noticed but are supposed to hyperventilate about for some reason. Evidently Groban’s latest album, Closer, recently topped the pop charts while I was brushing my teeth, taking out the trash, clipping my toenails and listening to last month’s flavor. Aw, gosh — Josh seems to have parlayed a guest appearance on Ally McBeal (Jesus, is that even still around?) into sensitive-dreamboat status. With his curly locks and booming voice, young Mr. Groban strikes the pose of a Michael Bolton prequel, one who got his lunch money taken early and often.