For all their delicate theatrical swagger, [a]Geneva[/a]'s return to the live forum has been a distinctly diffident affair ...
Tonight, however, it's clear that progress has upended their more baroque leanings - with dancified beats and booming samples suffocating all but the most strident of songs. It's curious to behold: an awkward attempt to update a quaint formula that - when coupled with Andrew Montgomery's choirboy croon - is so incongruous, so odd, it almost works.
'Killing Stars', for one, apes the ace glitter-ball jive of latter-day Blondie, while the bleeping, buzzing intro to 'Museum Mile' is less a Zeitgeist-grappling techno-jaunt and more an enthusiastic nod to glacial '80s popsters A-ha. Elsewhere, unfortunately, this vaunted 'new direction' seems to dictate merely meatier guitars and less polite tunes - a design that leaves bloodless trudges like 'Amnesia Valley' floundering in their own mediocrity.
Only the cape-swirling dynamics of 'If You Have To Go' remind us of their once shimmering promise; a sweetly simple swoon that proves musical advancement can scupper the purest of intentions and that, for [a]Geneva[/a], less is definitely more.
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