Poor Scissor Sisters. They've been working the neo-disco beat since Lady Gaga was a brunette, and now, here they are, forced to compete in a pop arena they laid the groundwork for. Subsequently, their third album takes a very different approach: sleeker, edgier, with the camp kings nearly ironed out by smooth, dark dance beats. Think Studio 54 in the early '80s instead of a Chic-blasting roller-disco -- or maybe a club at 4 a.m. instead of 1 a.m. It's not always pretty -- and sometimes ("Sex and Violence"), it's just ugly. But the Sisters always have something interesting to say.