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At $73 a ticket, one would hope falsetto sounds worse on YouTube. It does. From the first soaring vocal of frontman Mike Angelakos to the last geeky move of synth-man Ayad Al Adhamy, Passion Pit had a civilly packed Metro Theatre moving “higher and higher”.

Passion Pit are easy to like and good at what they do, which makes them an easy target for hasty sledging. To those quick to judge, wake up sleepyheads: go and see this show. These five pleasingly unbeautiful rock stars have an energy on stage that can only come from a healthy dose of raw talent and a genuinely live show.

Of course, this isn’t a genuinely ‘live’ show all the way. The backing track is curiously privileged (the first song starts before the band is even on stage) and yet, for some reason, there is something kind of nice about the honesty.

Backing track aside, this is one helluva show. Fives pairs of high octane hands, two synths, three keyboards, a couple of guitars and a shite load of cables intertwine and collaborate perfectly to make something quite stunning.

Performance suits the Passion Pit sound. The smooth execution did justice to the band’s EP, Chunk of Change, and first and only album, Manners, which were proven to be both iPod and stage worthy. Moth’s Wings was positively symphonic. Little Secrets and Let Your Love Grow Tall gave the enthusiastically choral crowd a chance to join the party in a surprisingly organic way (even the shirtless guy who had obviously been thrown out of Pavilion next door wasn’t too offensive).

The energy of the set, an up-tempo yet measured 8 out of 10, was maintained by clever adaptation; a quickened Better Things and suitably high octave cover of The Cranberries’ Dreams both went down a treat.

Once in encore territory, the crowd all but avoided descending into a Sleepyhead deprived orgy. The wait was worth it (especially for the shirtless guy, it seemed) as the crowd was immediately granted that characteristic bounce of the Metro dance floor when in full swing. With only 16 tracks behind them, the band threw down an unexpected 75-minute set. Falsetto that’s worth a dollar per minute.