New York's disco??new wave party people are in freak mode on their third disc Night Work, dropping crass come-ons and slutty entendres like parade confetti (gay, straight, you name it).
Though it starts off with a set of songs that wouldn't sound out of place on the two previous albums, Night Work quickly slips into hyper-sexualized gay club mode and sticks with that vibe until the end.
The album is a dizzying, infectious experience in which throbbing, Moroder-influenced beats never slacken and Shears rarely misses a chance to leer at that hunk across the dancefloor.
Every song sounds like some other band, from the Bee Gees disco of the title track to the Talking Heads-y paranoia of "Running Out." But that's no reason to hate on this good-natured party.
Largely at a loss for genuine inspiration, Night Work mostly finds the Scissor Sisters resorting to familiar shtick, the result of which is a collection of songs that often feels as glib and shallow as their critics accuse them of being.
