Scissor Sisters (Terminal 5 NYC)
I’ve never been to a show of Scissor Sisters I didn’t go apeshit over. Rarely do I see performers so consistently conjure such immediate and energetic adoration from sweaty oceans of fans. But when you sing about having a kiki and you’re Jake Shears and Ana Matronic, and you just happen to be wearing a two piece parrot-printed tracksuit and a sleek little mini-dress straight out of Bladerunner, what else is there to achieve but mass adoration?
