I have a bias when it comes to the Scissor Sisters—hey, that’s my little boy up there mooning the crowd—so I can’t really review the show. Or shows, I should say, as I was at both the Monday and Tuesday night performances.

So take it away, MetroBlogging Seattle…

Jake Shears arrived wearing a skin-tight, near-holographic, ruby sequined tuxedo. From the moment he strutted onto the stage, the crowd was in the palm of his hand. The band played a mix of songs from their self-titled debut and the just-released / leaked-a-while-ago Ta-Dah, gradually working the showgoers from fevered anticipation to borderline dance party.

Despite the glam presentation, the impromptu kicklines, the refusal to accept tiaras thrown from the crowd, and the way Jake occasionally yet inadvertently channels Elton John, the band knows its way around rock and funk conventions. They dedicate “Laura” to the First Lady, compliment the northwest fashion in the audience, and call upon the audience to dance like nobody’s looking at them (“the future of human kind is wearing our souls on the outside”). This, combined with unleashing “Comfortably Numb” tips the audience into jubilant mayhem…. By the time they’re playing “Land of a Thousand Words”, Jake’s shirt is long gone and he’s on his back doing bicycle execercises in front of the drum kit. The floor is bouncing like a trampoline, and everyone’s really really happy, dancing with friends and strangers.

And what did Seattlest think of the show?

Tuesday night’s Scissor Sisters show was an absolutely incredible sight to behold. The Showbox didn’t feel like part of Seattle at all, transformed into den of debauchery, glamorous but with slightly sleazy undertone. The sort of place to feature both marble floors and gloryholes. It was the holistic experience that most shows strive to be, with a charismatic headliner, amazing sound, and a crowd as flamboyant and energetic as the performers on stage….

Onstage, Scissor Sisters dandied and fopped around the stage, with Jake Shears bounding this way and that in an shimmering vinyl ensemble, looking straight out of either the Studio 54 heyday or the NYC club kids scene. Ana Matronic was equally vibrant in a flowing gown, occasionally pointing out the dance and fashion successes she observed from the stage. The rest of the band was a bit more subdued, but that is definitely a relative statement.

It took a song or two for the crowd to get warmed up, but “Tits on the Radio” turned up the show’s energy, which set the tone for the night. They had the crowd in the palm of their hands after that, using songs as knobs to control the room’s energy level and ensure it didn’t peak too early. That was hardly a concern however, as they closed out the show on the highest of notes, with an encore featuring a costume change, a vagina-decorated birthday cake for Jake, and crowdpleasers “I Don’t Feel Like Dancing” and “Filthy/Gorgeous.” They earned every bit of applause they received, and considering the energy in the room and the glances being exchanged around the room, we’re sure they were thanked later as people “came together” with their new friends.