It may have flumped onto nationwide airwaves last week although despite featuring Krystal Pepsy (or femme de toujours Azealia Banks), the first glimpse into Scissor Sisters' as yet untitled fourth long-player, Shady Love could quite conceivably have been blurted out of NYC at any point between now and the barely prehensile tail end of the last millennium. Following on from the trashy dirge of Night Work it's a startling return to the glitz and guffaw of the self-titled debut. Nicely naff and sleazy then: billows of nebulous Asiatic, pitch-bent synth hysteria shroud Banks' crooning and Jake Shears' stray spits of various perve keywords (nip slips, rub-a-dub, et cetera) as we're returned to a vaudevillain Shangri-La, whisked away to the thunderous sound of a Utopian gaybar where "drinks are free" from here on in. Shady Love (Clean) by Scissor Sisters Official
