Black Tape for a Blue Girl – Remnants of a Deeper Purity – Review

Black Tape for a Blue Girl

Remnants of a Deeper Purity (Projekt)
by Angela Dauthi

Dusk. A slow hush falls over my room as the sun sinks down into the outlines of buildings. White smoke drifts gently up from my slightly stained fingers, as I gaze out into the quiet vermillions and crimsons that streak the sky. Soon, the rush will start again, but for now, it is just myself and the new CD from Black Tape for a Blue Girl. Even with Lucian Casselman’s soaring soprano voice, Remnants of a Deeper Purity is hardly to be considered “Ethereal Goth.” The music is far too grounded to be slighted in that manner. I step closer to the window and look out at the approaching night. Inhaling softly, I take in the seductive cello of Vicki Richards and the deep, silky tenor of Oscar Herrera. They sing about loss, about loneliness, about “a thousand tear stained memories.” My hand reaches out, strokes the windowpane. Somewhere out there, a disappointed spirit waits for a firm embrace, a half-smile, a second glance. Bold percussion enters, makes the mind wander to fields of barley, of cloud scratching mountains. Brass like an ocean’s tide wash in and out, causing me to sway gently, like a stand of trees in an autumn’s wind. The night grows colder, a piano signals the coming of tender pain, a heart’s abandonment. Black Tape for a Blue Girl settles me down for another night’s exploration.