Austin-based musician Bob Schneider’s major label debut, “Lonelyland” (Universal), shows him to be a singer-songwriter in the style of Paul Simon or Dave Matthews, with touches of Tom Waits and Neil Young tossed in for an unexpected edginess. But at the Roxy Wednesday night, he blunted the appeal of his material with a set that long overstayed its welcome.
He’s an appealing frontman — his liquid gaze softening his chiseled jaw and square forehead, making him look like “Dawson’s Creek’s” Joshua Jackson cast in the WB’s version of the “Henry Rollins Story.” The early part of his set performed a similar morphing, as he segued easily from the Lynyrd Skynyrd-style rap of “Bullets” to an extended version of the anthem “Tokyo” to the bouncy Graceland-styled pop of “Big Blue Sea.”
His band can easily span this range with bassist Bruce Hughes and drummer Michael Longoria supplying supple funk and guitarist David Boyle coloring the songs with an impressive array of solos.
But by the time the set had rounded the turn past 90 minutes, fans that had earlier been dancing and screaming back lyrics started making their way for the exits. Natural climaxes such as the emotionally naked, flinty ballad “2002” or the rousing “You Can Call Me Bob” were passed over, with Schneider seemingly oblivious to the audience’s fatigue.