Scissor Sisters

House of Blues, June 15

Scissor Sisters are purveyors of disco. Jake Shears and Ana Matronic, the co-lead singers of this outfit, sing sexed-up disco songs over sexed-up disco beats. It would be a gimmick if the band weren’t so fucking great at it. This band makes great disco, suitable for this or any era, and this show demonstrated that they’re only getting better at lighting up that dance floor.

Taking the stage with funky readings of “Any Which Way” and “Keep Your Shoes” powered by drummer Randy Real—whose kick-drum accounted for 25 percent of the mix—the Sisters made it clear that no one would be sitting the evening out. (“We’re planning to bend each and every one of you over a barrel and give it to you all night,” purred Matronic.) Hits like “Comfortably Numb” and “Take Your Mama” brimmed with exhilaration, and even the songs from their underwhelming latest album Magic Hour—particularly the Bee Gees-like “Inevitable”—positively exploded onstage. It takes intense focus to simply drop it like it’s hot, but the Sisters make it look easy.

And they make it look good, too. The band has acquired some new tricks since last I saw them in 2005—choreography, costume changes, much-improved stage banter. Shears happily told the audience how he’d come out to his parents—in Las Vegas, when he was 17, just after the family saw EFX with Michael Crawford at the MGM Grand—and Matronic worked the room like an old pro, dropping Bette Midler-isms (“Oy, Vegas”) and R-rated wishes of goodwill. Just before the band encored with the New Order-styled “Only the Horses,” Matronic thanked Vegas for starting off the Scissor Sisters’ U.S. tour with a jump. “May your whores be disease-free,” she said, grinning. ★★★★☆

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