When these New Yorkers debuted in 2004, their flamboyant glam pop made them stars in Europe — not to mention a welcome new queer voice in rock. Three albums in, the Sisters are as gleefully hedonistic as ever: The beats still have that mirror-ball gleam, the slinky tunes still lodge themselves in your cranium, and Jake Shears' lyrics are still laced with not-quite-subtle sex talk ("Sting me like a bee/I want you to funk me"). 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.
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