Savannah’s debut, a disco album for people who hate disco, offered an ingenious blend of Latin, big band and contemporary rock-pop. All of those elements will be found on this follow-up, but the result isn’t nearly as listenable.
Certainly, August Darnell continues to paint fascinating lyrical landscapes of the urban underworld. And Cory Daye still delivers the brand of effervescent, seductive vocals that helped to make the first album so appealing. But the ambitious present set doesn’t synthesize its stylistic elements as well as the previous one did; and nothing here proves as indelible as the earlier “Cherchez La Femme” or “I’ll Play the Fool.” Pray for better hooks.