Scissor Sisters Live: Twisted Sisters
With anger and attire, twisted Scissor Sisters cut to the heart of glitter rock: Aidin Vaziri | Take a time machine back to Studio 54, stumble on five New York night birds -- one who refuses to wear a shirt but embraces leather pants two sizes too small, another who goes by the name Ana Matronic and insists she's a drag queen stuck in a woman's body -- and listen to them sing about downing pills and cruising for cheap sex. On Monday, that, more or less, is what the Scissor Sisters' show at the Fillmore was like. It's no use trying to explain. It's like putting every Elton John record on at once and watching "2001: A Space Odyssey" while speeding around the room in roller skates. It's not supposed to make sense. How could it? This is a band that, on its self-titled debut released earlier this year, draws on influences like Elton John, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, George Michael, the Pet Shop Boys and the Bee Gees. Sense, quite possibly, is the farthest thing from their minds.
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