Live, Leon Bridges’ voice hasn’t broken. Ft. Worth’s 25-year-old soul sensation registers m-a-n, of course, recalling no less than Sam Cooke in high-waisted pants and croon, but the cracks and pops in his otherwise porcelain delivery befit a late-Fifties 78 rather than the digital tabula rasa of the 21st century. On disc, major label bow and overall ground-zero debut Coming Home, that peach fuzz around the edges retros back to the future faster than a DeLorean time machine. Leon Bridges’ initial online demos promised a second coming of gospel’s satin robes donning the secular wool of Nat King Cole and his musical progeny – Cooke, Ray Charles, Texas’ Charles Brown – and Coming Home fills both the house of God donation basket and speakeasy tip bucket. Simplicity can be deceptive – 10 songs over 35 minutes at first feeling slight – yet not a sax bleed, organ snap, or female choral echo combs out as less than true-blue. Replay it until the vinyl scratches for real. The title cut, opener and Bridges’ earliest hallmark, sets a late-night tableau of fireplace romance, White Denim’s rhythm tandem Josh Block (drums) and Austin Jenkins (guitar) laying down a glowing four-track groove over which Andrew Skates’ keyboards inch the thermostat to moist. Jeff Dazey’s saxophone coif gives “Brown Skin Girl” a New Orleans/Allen Toussaint Sixties chic, and nudges “Lisa Sawyer” into babymaking doo-wop territory. Upbeaters “Smooth Sailin'” and “Flowers” keep the candles from blowing out, but closer “River” ebbs a gentle tribute to Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come” that manages to walk a few feet on the water. Baptism by Leon Bridges.

***.5

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San Francisco native Raoul Hernandez crossed the border into Texas on July 2, 1992, and began writing about music for the Chronicle that fall, debuting with an album review of Keith Richards’ Main Offender. By virtue of local show previews – first “Recommendeds,” now calendar picks – his writing’s appeared in almost every issue since 1993.