‘Everything I like is a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me.” So croons Rufus Wainwright on “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk,” the opening cut from his new album, “Poses.”

Only a young man whose profession requires him to plumb his own depths would talk about his appetites in such an offhanded way. With his colorful pedigree and offbeat musical influences (Porter, Schubert, Callas), Wainwright already has a head start in the meaningful-subtext department, and that’s not even counting the gay Chelsea thing, which, political correctness notwithstanding, is as central to his still-developing oeuvre as his “fetching red leather jacket” is to his self-image.

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