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Rating: The Scissor Sisters, a New York quintet, two years after their self-titled debut album "Scissor Sisters," release "Ta-Dah" (big title!).
I had already listened to the band's first work (?) made in the U.S.A., but if possible my disgust has even grown listening to the second.
In Italy, they are mostly known for "I don’t feel like dancin," a 70s-style piece in which the "sisters" declare they "really don’t feel like getting into the dance," but for those who have had the luck to avoid this dreadful listen, just think that in their previous work, they completely revamped and proposed in a house version "Comfortably numb" by Pink Floyd.
"Ta-Dah" is a disgustingly pop album (no need to involve other genres) dominated by insufferable Bee-Gees style falsettos or if we want to keep it national scale, akin to Alan Sorrenti. The improbable title is due to the album packaging, where you find a rectangle and by pulling its two ends, it opens. Basically, "Ta-Dah" is nothing more than the classic expression of surprise and amazement. An album specifically built to sell, a clearly trash revival-parody. It’s known that sometimes trash is also fun if you don’t take it too seriously, well this album doesn’t even amuse me. A completely tasteless smirk appears on my face listening to "I can’t decide" a song with the usual shrill choruses reminding me of the TV show themes about plants or even the old farm song in a dance floor version, logically.
Anyway, let’s move on, given that "Ta-Dah" is clearly an album made to "climb the charts", could it miss the slow piece? No, and inevitably the ballad of "Land oh thousand words" arrives. Pathetic is the right adjective. I tell myself okay, it can only get better, well it gets worse; I mention only a few tracks to give an idea of how low it stoops. "Kiss you off" joyfully invites you to kiss where the sun doesn't shine, leading up to the "gem" of track number 9 "Paul McCartney" (that’s its actual name), it's clear you won’t hear anything reminiscent of the Beatles, but rather another useless dance tune.
Some have called them genius, others carefree, some unique and never banal, I simply call them ridiculous and it’s not even said that it’s an insult to them.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Almost Sorry (03:15)
if anyone was headed for the gates of hell i knew you'd be first
i used to picture your obituary and i wished you the worst
the danger of the playground
the radio said you drowned
and i'm sorry
almost
almost sorry
no sympathy is given to the perpetrator charged with the crime
im willing to admit that it feels good to be a victim sometimes
and i wont ever get to thank you for the terrible things you said
'cause i'm sorry
almost
that you're dead to the world
where i hoped you would be
never imagined you'd live on in me
you gave me destination but i paid for the ride
the place you punched my ticket left a crater inside
where i cried (he cried)
where i cried (you died)
where i cried from the bruises
learned to live with the scars
now you live in the mirror
when i look there you are
you're the shadow on the faces of the ppl i meet
have you claimed eternal shotgun in my passenger seat
well i'm sorry
almost
almost sorry
sometimes the best design is done by damage
the accident can cease
the rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds
04 Transistor (04:51)
We're getting nowhere
Where did we go?
Shifting so slowly
Facing the top
Creeping and diving
The palm of my hand
Where we'll soon discover
A soft place to lie
She waits on the bow
Waves break from the south
There's no way to tell her now
She waits but we're getting nowhere
Transistor won't you take my signal
Stand in line beside and hold the wire
Transistor let the new world hit you
Help me reach the stars between your eyes
Transistor
We're shaking the apple
Tasting the ice
Feelings arise and
Feeling surprise
I see a curtain
Beginning to fall
What's good for the captain
Is good for us all
(No lyrics for next verse)
Transistor won't you take my signal
Shoot me like a rainbow to the sky
Transistor let the new world hit you
Help me find the stars between your eyes
Transistor
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By Kenny
These four or five gays did it, they were in the middle of a football tournament, took too many hits in the balls... and they recorded an album.
Don’t listen to the Scissor Sisters, revalue our native music.
