Mayer Hawthorne, a soul singer who looks like a cross between Rivers Cuomo and Elvis Costello and sounds like a cursing Smokey Robinson played on Mark Ronson’s iPod with the bass kicked up, sometimes performs hip-hop under the stage name of Haircut. The thing is, Hawthorne’s a pseudonym, too: Born Andrew Mayer Cohen in Ann Arbor, Mich., he got his start as a producer, DJ and sometimes rapper, casually recording his falsetto-driven Detroit soul with little intention that any of the tracks would ever be heard. The demos landed in the hands of his now-label head, and they went over swimmingly — the only problem was that he assumed they were old songs Hawthorne had remixed, not the work of a spectacled kid with zero vocal training. Cut to now, and Hawthorne helms a breed of music that infuses the sly stylings of Robinson and Curtis Mayfield with a modern break-beat and a band, the Country, that whips it all together in a Roots-meets-Dap-Kings-style groove. Bowties optional, but likely encouraged.