Taking a cue from Scissor Sisters' official bio, fans might have expected a "transgressive" live performance at the New York pop band's first outing here.

Not to mention that female lead singer Ana Matronic recently told my paper in an interview that they would be "as risque as the law in your country allows".

But, aside from some suggestive lyrics and seductive dance moves, there was nothing too morality-eroding during their 75-minute gig performed near the Fort Gate.

At 9.30pm, way past the stated start time of 8pm, the band launched into the high-energy title track from their latest album, Night Work (2010), followed by recent hits like Any Which Way and Fire With Fire.

The repertoire also featured catchy tracks - like Filthy/ Gorgeous and their breakthrough dance cover of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb - culled from their 2004 self-titled debut album and Ta-Dah (2006).

Aside from some Elton John-inspired glam rock, like the rollicking Laura and Take Your Mama, the band seemed intent on whipping up a non-stop disco cabaret.

Flanked by guitarists Babydaddy and Del Marquis, and drummer Randy Real, vocalists Jake Shears and Matronic were as flamboyant as their reputation painted them out to be.

For example, when Shears introduced his female counterpart, dressed in a garish black outfit with yellow polka dots, as "the beauty queen of the stage", she replied sweetly: "But I'm not the only queen onstage."

On top of singing in a sky-high falsetto, the openly gay Shears also displayed some quick wardrobe changes.

Matronic did most of the chit-chat to build rapport with the predominantly expatriate audience mostly in their 30s or older.

She also engaged in titillating belly-dancing moves with two sexy backup singers, such as on the provocatively titled Skin This Cat.

But Shears put in his share of crowd-rousing, too, by shaking his bon-bon, flexing his biceps and prancing around shirtless.

"You're watching a very sick band tonight," he confessed at one stage. And he wasn't staking a claim on perversity. Rather, as he explained, he and fellow band members were plagued by stomach troubles and had vomited after their last show in Bali.

That could be the reason why the gig came up short, even after an encore comprising acoustic ballad Sex And Violence, disco anthem I Don't Feel Like Dancin' and the eletro-clash vibes of Invisible Light.

But one can't complain too much.

The band oozed so much campy exuberance and charm that they seemed to be in fine party form, stomach bug or no.