Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings bring their sultry soul revue to the Midland

Better than: any British white chick could do it. (Amy Winehouse, cough, cough.) 

There was no better venue in town to host Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings: the Midland’s sumptuous, velveteen interior only brought more glamor to the Daptone Records ’70s soul throwback act. The only thing that seemed a bit anachronistic was the crowd. Mid-50s NPR fans, hot hip black couples, indie kids in plaid and girls in high heels and strapless dresses impatiently awaited Sharon Jones’ emergence from backstage. (There was even a girl with a sign declaring her love for the 50 year-old soul singer, which Jones later kissed, and gave back to her. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.)