I don't do nearly enough, out here in the Sandlands, to keep up with pop, but every once in a while I emerge from my usual haze of New Wave and Ethel Merman to realize it's too early to surrender to terminal middle age. I find myself loving, for example, the new Scissor Sisters single, even though the enigmatic, hypnotic video features far too little Babydaddy (be still my heart) for my taste...
Of course, since Scissor Sisters are basically new New Wave (or at least that variant/successor that back in the day we affectionately called DFS - Disco Fag Sh*t) with enough of a camp sensibility to embarrass even Ethel Merman, I don't suppose I can call it much of a stretch.
