VIVIEN WEIMAR
On Tap

Greg Dulli epitomizes New Orleans’ sleaze. The former Afghan Whig may be known more for the strong guitars of his band’s seminal album, “Gentlemen,” than for the Big Easy’s blues and funk, but no one does the liquor-soaked debauchery better than Dulli. In past albums, he’s hinted at a soft spot for soul, but nowhere is this more apparent than his first solo (or at least nominally solo) album, “Amber Headlights.” It is comprised of Twilight Singers tracks shelved after Dulli’s close friend Ted Demme passed away. At times there is an uneven feel to the album. Still, even though he claims the cigarettes are eventually going to kill him, Dulli, like New Orleans itself, makes being bad sound so good.