SCISSOR SISTERS
self-titled (Polydor)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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What happens when a disco parody is so good that it fills the dance floor? The boogie crowd is happy, but methinks the smarmy perpetrators are even happier. Down right giddy in fact. Scissor Sisters may not be sisters, or brothers for that matter, but they sure are a couple of haw-haw cut-ups. Not content with disco inferno, the Sisters also attack flighty seventies pop - think Air Supply Starland Vocal Band on the Run - with grandiose verve and bell-bottomed stylin'. Wispy harmonies, float tank synths, sequenced beats and sequin jackets: clavinet fever all around! You can almost smell the feathered hair dos. And just in case y'all are getting too far down with the vibe, the Sisters slip in lines like "you can't see tits on the radio" to remind everyone that this is all one extravagant put on. It appears the Ween brothers (who as it happens, are also not really brothers, but are funnier) have been usurped as masters of music parody ... for the moment.

© 2004 - John Sekerka