ARTIST FEATURE: The Scissor Sisters
- Posted on January 10, 2007 4:39 PM
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By Katie Spain
What was the best gig you saw in 2006?
Was it a major arena smasher that left you panting with mosh pit bruises and ticket chasing fatigue? Did you make the trek out to Milton Keynes for a sun soaked Bon Jovi concert or did you pack into a rickety train full of sweat soaked Reading Fest goers? Maybe you saw Beyonce wiggle her way on stage with Jay-Z or thrashed your dangling dreads to an unknown Indie band in Camden. Did you see a metal group climb their way up the ladder to stardom (sometimes the dark gates of heavy metal wrath have to be opened for a hefty pay cheque).
Whatever your musical tipple, there's bound to be something that severed a nerve and changed 06 for the better. Tell me about it here... in the meantime, my own top 2006 moment was a freebie I scammed through a Motorola Red promotion. They may break my balance every month with extortionate phone tarrifs (give a bit of THAT to world AIDS charity you scum bags) but a free concert or two is like phone-bill-vapo-rub. It eases the pain briefly before burning the crap out of you again.
The concert I'm referring to was the Trafalgar Square Scissor Sisters gig. Not only did they seal off the entire perimeter of the square (lions and all), they also bunged a massive stage directly in front of the National Gallery. The sisters don't do things in halves, (except when it comes to gender benders) and this concert was no exception. Red lights bathed the city centre and fountains spewed forth red tinged water while fans pranced about getting jiggy and wet with it.
Fans scanned about as only true scissor fans do - red was the colour of the day and glitter encrusted top hats, feather boas, hot pants and f*** me boots became one night only 'must have' fashion accessories.
Their mate, Kylie Minogue made the pre-concert introductions and giant one armed statues pranced about during 'Filthy Gorgeous'. Pay more attention to the modern art sculptures in the square and you'll know what I mean.
That's the thing about the Scissor Sisters - they make everyone feel so damn beautiful. Sure, not everyone likes them; their hometown of New York haven't wrapped them up in embrace like England has. It's easy to see why xenophobes may not warm to them. Homophobes may not like the lads, ginger-phobes might not like Ana Matronic and disco-phobes, well, you do the maths.
Sure, Jake Shears may wail like the fourth long lost Bee Gee, his sparkling body stockings may hug all the wrong places and the on stage dry humping may turn heads but it works, it works like Tinkerbells magic dust and the Peter Pans in the audience shed their shadows and groove with total strangers. I don't love pop, I hate most of it. Manufactured drivel gives me an ear ache, I'm partial to the touch of Metal, acoustic, Indie, Punk, RnB, Jazz, Blues and even the bag pipes give me chills. I'm a music hoar - I change my taste as often as my undergarments and like most of you, my ipod playlist is as erratic as the average senior citizen. Maybe that's why a unabashedly spirited and happy band as the Scissor Sisters top my list.
Their concerts will never induce de ja vu and with tricks like the red concert and one-off Halloween dress up nights in their bag of tricks, who knows what they'll think of next. Venue staff will always give up futile attempts to make butts hit seats and stay there - there's no getting around it, if you don't feel like dancing when you walk in, the feeling won't last long.
See them yourself in their next UK tour.
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