Scissor Sisters

One of the great joys of this time of year is scanning the media for their pick of new bands and having a little mental bet with yourself how long it will be before some of them have already faded from memory. New York’s Scissor Sisters seem to have made it into the frame by wont of coming from New York, being outrageous and releasing a disco on helium cover of Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb’. While it might all add up to some notable column inches, it doesn’t mean that they are anyway approaching being a half decent albums band. Listening to Scissor Sisters is akin to finding yourself stuck in some nightmare ’80s revival night, one that places more store on the work of Kajagoogoo than the Smiths. It’s incredibly tame too, for all their confrontational New York chic. ‘Take Your Mama Out’ is, at heart, a standard rock number, while ‘Music Is The Victim’ (ain’t that the truth) sounds like some awful cabaret number. ‘Return To Oz’ even visits psychedelic territory – “There’s a wind-up man walking round and round” – with all that that entails. There will be some great new bands this year but Scissor Sisters won’t be one of them. I’ll give them till April.