The combo of sanitised electric guitar and frontman Jake Leaney’s overly enunciated power vocals lend themselves to a school musical aesthetic.
This EP straddles a silky goth-pop release (think 30 Seconds To Mars) and a more clean-cut rock offering. Playful piano melodies and highly polished chords lay the foundations for the spouting of trite lyrics. Leaney’s semi-motivational, whiny sentiments are laden with gratingly upbeat bravado and songwriting clichés aplenty. Inventions would benefit from some subtlety: lyrically, musically, and within its overall theatrical, cabaret vibe. They play at The Espy on 9 Aug.
