Like most things worthwhile, Rufus Wainwright’s music takes time to accept as genius. There’s an antiquity in his songs that perhaps shouldn’t be tampered with by modern times. Does that drum machine backbeat really have to be there? Does this beautiful throwback pop song really have to have a verse dedicated to Britney Spears and electro-clash? Yes. Yes, it sure does. Wainwright shuns your drama queen cringe-o-meter. He’s in the business of writing real songs and telling it like it is, but telling it with a swirling orchestra, costume changes and an elaborate set behind him.