Add some David Bowie to the Jackson Five, insert an Elton John piano intro and a few Atari sound effects, and you’ve almost achieved Ta-Dah, the latest from Scissor Sisters. A seasoned stripper from the New York City gay club scene, lead singer Jake Shears shapes his group of coitus connoisseurs into a digitized glam-funk, should-be-a-musical cast that may well be the ABBA of our generation. But what does an achievement of this magnitude sound like?

It’s hard to rival “”Tits on the Radio”” — a track from their self-titled first album on which Shears flamboyantly shrieks “”There ain’t no tits on the radio”” on repeat to a get-down bassline — but the Scissor Sisters’ subject matter still has the same provocative flair that took them off the Wal-Mart inventory in 2004. Lyrics shine through on “”Kiss You Off,”” whose title speaks for itself, “”She’s My Man,”” the story of a sex change and “”I Can’t Decide”” — decide between two different sex partners, between kissing or fucking and between life or death.

Something extraordinary was expected as a follow-up to Scissor Sisters, which made it to the tiptop of the UK charts. But Ta-Dah, for all of its fanfare, its glitter and its confetti, ends up disappointingly overproduced. So much is packed into the punch that it all sort of blends into a monotonous poppy drone — like when you mix all the colors of the rainbow and end up with a muddied black.