Perfection in a guilded cage.
Back again with yet another dramatic release, perfection in a gilded cage. The only criticism I can find to haunt Black Tape... with is repetition! Release after release it's the same, pure emotionally dripping volumes of an almost religious beauty. From the thought provoking front cover of a female nude strewn across a bombsite to the strategically placed contraceptive devices around a flask of milk (genocide orbiting the milk of life!?) on the back; to the rippling vocals enveloping the angelic chorus of guitars and keyboard on each track. They ooze class. Black Tape for a blue girl can be judged from differing view points, be it basic emotionally charged poetic liscense or cerebral statements, however you percieve them the ultimate analysis is they create a spellbinding masterpiece everytime they enter a studio. Once again full marks and more -- God! Don't you just loathe perfectionists.