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So I wenteth to see my beloved Scissor Sisters last night at Wembley arena. Firstly I would like to say how wonderful Lily Allen was as the more than adequate warm up act. As she pranced around the stage in her black glittery dress with trademark trainers, philosophising about life and love, you couldn't help but smile. Her performance was quite simply stunning. Her vocals more than filled the large arena. I thought that she would sink like a souffle, in such grand surroundings, but the girl did me proud. And then to my beloved Sisters. I saw them a few years back at the Astoria. Comfortably numb had just penetrated the charts and they were still relatively small fry but I knew that they were special. The audience that night was as you would expect - 80% exotic, 10% heterosexual couples (the straight men being dragged by their girlfriends to it) and the remaining 10% an assortment of straight singletons. They were simply superb and it ended with balloons (of the party kind) and a dj set by them. Fast forward a few years and I find myself at Wembley. I am not fond of big venues but unfortunately as you watch with great fondness and admiration your 'jewel of the eye' bands grow, this is one of the downsides. You have to share them folks! So ignoring all of the commercial shite that goes with big venues (£15 for a program - piss off) I concentrated on who I had come to see. The stage was set with a lift. The large screens displayed the lift counter going down in floors - with every button lighting up a scream would fill the stadium. And with the penultimate light the crowd went into a frenzy. The Scissors did not disappoint. The costumes have been toned down (what, only a blue sparkly suit, Jake? Is the boy bunny outfit at the dry cleaners?) but the music stays the same. And I don't mean that in a negative way. Because the thing about the Scissor Sisters is when you strip away all the camp glitter and effects what remains is pure talent. And that pure talent worked their way through the old and new with the effortless demeanour that all artists should have. Of course there was the sleaze and I was kind of shocked that some of the audience were pre-secondary school. This is after all the band responsible for filthy gorgeous/tits on the radio and so on. And in fact as my eyes scan the audience this is the one thing that really has changed. Their audience is as diverse as it can be. All walks of life are rocking on the floor and out off their seats and the audience that I was part of at the Astoria is no longer recognisable. The Scissor Sisters have made gay ok. Is this a tragedy? Nah, not at all, I think as I dance with a guy who wouldn't look out of place in a Lock Stock film. Even their mums are in the audience to witness it all as Jake screams 'Shout if you're a ma' followed closely by 'Shout if you're the ma of a homosexual' Their mums smile with pride as the jokes and tunes come thick and fast. It's over too soon as tonnes of glitter fall from the sky and I have to make the long journey home surrounded by pink fairy wings and cowboy hats. Say what you like about the Scissor Sisters but to me they're what music is all about - the memories. Ta-dah!*
*If this reads like a review you are correct. I know that the editors will not let me write a review on it, heh, so I thought that i'd get me two pennies worth on here*
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Jarvis Cocker or David Bowie or AVB or Johnny Borrell, she isn't picky
Cavey Cocker, Cup Cake Queen, Saint Thomas.
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