As one half of the Moldy Peaches, Adam Green started out creating sweetly primitive pop with Kimya Dawson. Solo since 2004, he has migrated toward a richer sound full of retro atmospherics and deadpan wit. Recently, Green returned to the musical partnership game with an album of dramatic duets with Binki Shapiro, singer of the woozy Strokes-affiliated group Little Joy.

When watching the nominally comparable Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell perform, there was the inherent thrill of wondering when the big bad wolf was going to devour Red Riding Hood. Green and Shapiro seem more evenly matched in terms of personality and vocal style. With his wild beard and thin belt, Green admittedly has something of the louche svengali about him, though his goofy grin and emphatic kung-fu dance moves banish any sense of mystique.

Their voices entwine amid an idealised vision of 1960s baroque pop, an accomplished pastiche with the odd modern barb. Pity Love has a touch of Something Stupid about it, although Green sings of taking his beloved "right back to the pound". Shapiro gets to needle him back without reply on Casanova, describing him as "Casanova to the mentally ill" over a musical backdrop that sounds like a reconditioned Crossroads theme.

Green seems determined to push the gig into event status through sheer oddball antics alone, embarking on a rambling critique of the local museums and crowdsurfing unbidden. But songs that sound supremely arch on record are muddied up by the four-piece band (both vocalists also pitching in on guitar). There are a couple of standouts: a haunting cover of Collage by Joe Walsh and and the James Gang, or the compressed nonsense rock opera of Green's solo track Gemstones. Mostly, however, the live experience feels like a fitfully satisfying adjunct to an above-average album.