Label: B-Unique
 Release date: 05/10/09 
 Website: Official Boy Crisis Website Boy Crisis are an electro-dance outfit hailing from, guess where?, Brooklyn, from the same breed of MGMT and Chairlift, just to name a few. They’re a bunch of eccentrics nymphomaniacs that has been labeled as the worst band of 2008 and with Tulipomania they’re trying to maintain this reputation. Everyone hates them. Guys hate them because they can’t really play and because of that irritating falsetto Prince-sque_ voice; girls hate them because of their sexed-up/drugged-up lyrics (“I wanna be making you scream like a car alarm” or “ Let me love you like you’re the shit girl” - pure poetry...). Still, it must be the UGG boots effect, I can’t help but liking them. A lot. There’s a bit of everything in this album, from disco synth cheesiness, to 80s guitar riffs, flamboyant vocals, 90s dance beats, electro-pop rhythms and of course, lots of panting and sexual allusions. Dressed to Digress, the first single of the band, is irritatingly catchy, despite the dreadful lyrics and that 15 seconds panting interlude. The Fountain of Youth, a part from having one of the most hilarious (in the sense of so bad, you can only laugh at it) videos in contemporary music ...is actually a pretty catchy homage to the 80s cheesiest disco-pop and a hymn to free love (‘We have a ritual known as mating/Everything is physical and usually amazing,’) with 80s guitars and kind of seductive vocals. The real stand-out track of the album is L’Homme, a genuine tribute to the hipster Brooklyn party scene (‘I’m on some drugs/You’re on some drugs/Do you want to talk to me? And if you don’t that’s cool as well, I’m in the other room if you need me’) with its funky disco beats, backing vocals provided by Chairlift’s Caroline Polachek and some of the most ridiculous french cliches such as ‘Voulez-vous coucher avec moi’. It is definitely a party anthem, perfect soundtrack for sexed-up nights out. The rest of Tulipomania, though can’t keep up with these few “good” tracks and gets a bit repetitive and boring, exception made for the space-y The Elementary Particles that reminds a bit of Apes & Androids and the earliest Hot Chip. A Ganglion Of Lightenings is almost as cheesy as Take That in mid 1990s and the other ballads in the album sound all just the same. Overall Tulipomania is nothing new but it’s definitely a great antidote to the credit crunch blues, with its mixture of hedonism, surrealism and eccentricity. This is definitely a guilty pleasure, to listen by yourself while getting ready for a night out, making stupid dance moves in front of the mirror. I’ve got two theories regarding this band: either they’re just a bunch of meaningless hyper-hipsters / sex addicts / party scensters (losers!) or they’re some kind of cool smart and ironic dudes whose aim is to depict the idiocy reigning over the heads of Brooklyn (but could be Shoreditch as well) kids in one of the cheesiest, most ridiculous album of the whole year - in which case I’ll love them forever. But I’m not so sure about that. (At any rate, they’ve got a really cool website, that’s worth checking out.) Rating: 6/10 Comment: Sex is good. These boys should have more of it, instead of singing about it. 'Cos this is the result...