Thank you. I'm not the only classic Elton John fan left. I put Tumbleweed Connection on my Stylus Top 100 albums of all time for a reason; I love campy 50s-rock retreads. And now, as of today, I have a new campy 50s-rock retread-retread. I picked up the Scissor Sisters on my way into work this morning, and I've been grinning ever since. I can't get enough of their cheeky disco vamps. Sure, you have to take a little Bee-Gees with your Rocket Man, and at times I swear to God it's the stank cauldron pot for stewing up all the foul rock the 80s (i.e. Go-Gos) had to offer, but in the end it's simply too much damn fun to ignore. I admit; I was on the other side of the fence with the Darkness. Perhaps it's just a matter of which genre is under reconstruction. For my money, in a year that has seen several polarizing albums that receive their oppositional scores in the low digits and nigh on tens (I'm thinking Patrick Wolf's Lycanthropy, which, for similar reasons, I'm absolutely in love with and might select as my album of the year), I'm coming to adore both the pretentious and the sick. What a year. What a year.