Miguel’s lyrical arsenal ranges from pseudo-erudite (“Let my love adorn you”) to obliquely salacious (“Arch your back, point your toes”) to bluntly calculating (“How many drinks will it take ...”) to flat-out dopey (“Do you like love? Me too!”). But it hardly matters what he’s actually saying — his delivery’s so throbbingly smooth he could be crooning the proverbial phone book. Plus, he’s clearly a total softie, invoking God in the feminine and interpolating the freaking Zombies (and William DeVaughn, almost). Plus, the album’s called Kaleidoscope Dream (RCA). And if Prince taught us anything, it’s that sensitive types are the true freaks. (And, yeah, that the beautiful ones will hurt you every time.) You can keep your Weeknds, and even your Frank Oceans (the mixtape was better anyway) — I’m going home with Miguel.
Fri., Oct. 26, 6 p.m., $19.99-$150.99, with Trey Songz, Rick Ross, Usher, 2 Chainz, more, Wells Fargo Center, 3601 S. Broad St., 215-336-3600, wellsfargocenterphilly.com.