Two years ago, the campy New York-based quintet Scissor Sisters took Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" to the dance floor, shoved the prog rock chestnut in a box and sent it express-bound for Bee Gees country. Though fans lumped them into the electroclash scene, they wisely avoided becoming too associated with a movement based on cheap nostalgia and little discernible talent. That's probably why there are ballads and straight-up piano rockers on the Scissor Sisters' self-titled debut, tunes that others might be too embarrassed to parade around the dance floor, but that makes perfect sense in their disco ball-illuminated world. These mostly smart songs proudly wear their influences -- particularly the aforementioned Gibb brothers as well as Elton John and T. Rex -- like a badge of honor. They also demonstrate songwriting depth without relying too heavily on loop-based tracks. "Return to Oz" closes out the album on a note of grand pomposity, as if it were one of Dennis DeYoung's "Mr. Roboto" operas for Styx. Admittedly, the album is so over-the-top that it's hard to believe the Scissor Sisters are serious, but once the too-sweet candy coating melts off, there's still some substance left.