This album is awful. There really isn’t any nicer way to put it. The gay Coldplay have managed to create a giant mess of an album, as a calculated attempt to grasp some sort of youth market. Hot on the heels of the success of Glee kids Fun., Scissor Sisters seem to throw down Magic Hour, their cabaret gauntlet, in a sad attempt to regain the throne of New York pop queens. The only problem, is just like Fun., this shit is boring and tired. Really? An album produced by Pharrell Calvin Harris and Diplo? Three artists that have pretty much expired in their own right does not seem like the formula for revitalizing a tired idea of a band.
Really, there’s no fun and no camp here. What you get is tired dance beats and posh vocals. Maybe the mainstream eats this up, but since disco never went anywhere, there fact that a group that takes pride in its homosexuality are making music that reads like a shoebox diorama of Studio 54. This cardboard facsimile doesn’t even warrant much of an analysis. Bad disco (the lead single “Only the Horses”, shitty Erotica-era Madonna rip offs (“Let Have a Kiki”) and Khia clones (“Keep Your Shoes On”) all belie the fact that this album was created in a board meeting and not the backroom of some sleazy leather bar. Really, no matter where you live, a trip to any old drag night at your local gay bar is bound to be more entertaining than this.