There comes a point where every indie music fan realizes they listen to too much damned indie music. All those eggshell strums and woebegone vocals get heavy on the ears. Imagine the toll on the touring musicians; Sufjan Stevens and Joanna Newsom need to meet in the Midwest for a cleansing Ike and Tina revue. Former folkie Nathaniel Rateliff spent a decade bringing clouds to sunny days in his adopted Denver, so his awakening this year as a sweat-soaked, loose-limbed soul man is understandable, if no less of a jolt. It's impossible to hear Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats (Stax) and not lump it in with recent Muscle Shoals workouts from the Alabama Shakes and St. Paul & The Broken Bones, the reborn-by-the-river arrival of Leon Bridges and the overnight transformation and cultish worship of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, whose room-miked warbles Rateliff beefs up on the horns-out charge "I Need Never Get Old." But the references diverge the deeper you get into the record: The Band, Van Morrison, Eric Bachmann and black-lunged, blue-outlawed gospel. Appropriation is easily forgiven when it's this heartfelt. Caroline Rose opens. Tickets $13 in advance, $15 day of show.