Unfortunately, “uplifting” ain’t exactly the word that comes to most people’s minds when they think of New Orleans in recent years. But most people’s names aren’t John Michael. The budding bandleader — New Orleans native John Michael Rouchell — has a natural penchant for penning reflective-turned-rousing, stadium-ready indie-pop anthems, and with help from a first-rate five-piece backing band, he infuses them with the sonic elements that are intrinsic to the singer’s hometown. The result is an effervescent, colossal conflation of lively zydeco rhythms, stolen-from-second-line brass flourishes, fist-in-air call-and-response choruses and life-affirming, light-at-end-of-tunnel blue-eyed soul. Just think Florence and the Machine meets Treme. Local-by-way-of-Mississippi longhairs The Weeks wear post-Y2K Southern-rock influences like My Morning Jacket and Kings of Leon on their tattered flannel sleeves. And if the band continues with the same tenacity and true grit of said predecessors, they might very well end up becoming heirs to the throne.