Also, where else will you find a song boasting “a Greek chorus of dead dogs”? Nowhere, that’s where.
The extensive use of that fairground organ on this single is really rather appropriate, fitting perfectly with The Black Tulips' aura of exhibitionist glamour and red velvet curtains in sordid cabaret settings. All grand, theatrical gestures and complete creative certainty, TBT take the elements most bands would confine to the subtext and splash them in vivid technicolour across the front page. Well, who needs tiptoeing musical subtlety when you have the confidence of knowing that you’ve got it right? Striking, affecting, surreal and utterly original, The Black Tulips have created a sound that holds the listener utterly rapt from start to finish. Utterly, utterly glorious.
Good review, seriously this is
Superb.
ooh
sounds great- must check it out
-kev