Austin-based songsmith, 9 p.m.
It’s never been entirely clear just what kind of artist Bob Schneider really wants to be. He’s worn a variety of hats the last 15 years — snarky jam groovester, world-wizened folk troubadour, frat-rock funkster, peppy bar rocker, jazzy adult pop crooner, and literate heartland balladeer. That he could be such an accomplished milliner without completely losing the thread is a testament to both his breathy baritone and relaxed, confident delivery. Over time it’s coalesced into a sound that’s definably his own, with an audience to match. Whether you like his choices or not, they’ve always been his own, and he’s developed a following willing to accommodate his changing styles. There are times on his latest, Burden of Proof, where it’s unclear if Schneider’s been kidnapped by Damon Gough, the ornate, Beatles-obsessed songwriter behind Badly Drawn Boy. The album’s more layered and produced than anything he’s attempted to date, with string sections dropping down from the wings, rich cello accents, grandiose piano ballads, and even a dancey soul-pop ode to lost love and “John Lennon.” At times it’s too Burt Bacharach for its own good, but Schneider’s breezy manner and succinct songs (one over four minutes, half under three) keeps it from feeling too overblown. —Chris Parker NEXT WEDNESDAY