Went to the O2 last night to see the Scissor Sisters. First off, the venue. I think it’ll be great when it’s finished. I don’t mean that in a derogatory way but there is still a lot of construction going on outside and there are a fair few empty spaces inside. It was fairly rammed; long queues at every restaurant and as for the queue for the ladies: unbelievable. The actual arena is great though (a lot more toilets for a start), views of the stage look nice and clear (although we had pretty good seats so hard to comment what it might have been like in the tier above the executive boxes).
All seems well organised and looking forward to going there again (this Wednesday in fact!).
So to those New York pop divas. They were fabulous darling. We’d both been a bit nervous because last time we saw them was rocking the Brixton Academy so we weren’t entirely sure if a venue 10 times the size was going to dilute their shimmery sassyness.
We needn’t have worried. Wearing more spangles than you’d find at a 70s’ sweet convention, they looked great and Mr Shears does have one of the most pleasantly toned bods around (not that he’d be remotely interested in my opinion), perhaps the teeny tiny lame hot pants at the end were overstepping the camp mark even for him though. The sound was shaky for about two thirds of the first track (She’s My Man) but after a bit of knob-twiddling (it’s a technical term) all was well.
Highlights were a funkier rendition of Filthy/Gorgeous, a swoopingly melodic Mary (dedicated to the absent Paddy Boom and his mother who died earlier this month), Comfortably Numb and Return to Oz – who am I kidding, it was all fab even those ‘don’t really know them’ second album fillers.
I haven’t bought much music recently (apart from my slightly scary iTunes addiction) but I think I’m off to get Ta Da as soon as I can.