I'm going through an early mid-life crisis at the moment and, I've got to be honest, I still didn't like this. I say that because I think The Black Tulips live and breathe for the dysfunctional. True, you can't argue that this is original and perhaps even captivating at times. Not to mention intriguing. But I am scared and unsure of it. I think this is the point. Still, I can't help but admire five people that don't give a monkeys so much, five people with odd names and good shoes from Brighton with a taste for the theatrical, the trashy and the unreal who belt out twisted songs that are about sex but aren't sexy, raking their fingernails down the chalkboard of human emotion yet singing about Jeremy Kyle. And if you want to know who they sound like, I'm afraid I couldn't tell you. They sound like nothing else. Bonkers.

This was released 24th July, 2006. Was this review polite? You decide.

Anna C