Dwele is from Detroit. He has been around for about a decade. He is down with the whole Jay Dee movement. The sound of his soul is always at the same temperature: super cool. Dwele is never hot, excited, passionate, or angry. He loves the haze of jazz vibes, a snap to his beats, and singing about the many problems of love. My favorite tune of his is called "Truth." It opens with two words: "I lied." The singer lied to get her heart—but the truth, he discovers, is he doesn't "like her like that." Dwele, like Peven Everett, knows that every desire has a core of poison. (Triple Door, 216 Union St, 838-4333. 7 pm [all ages], 9:30 pm [21+], $25 adv/$30 DOS.)