July 18, 2002 | 2:45 PM

Black Tape for a Blue Girl.

Isn�t that delicious?

What an amazing phrase. Dark and atmospheric and calling to mind all sorts of images�some erotic, some morbid, some grief stricken. It makes me think of rainy days and loss and sadness and deep sorrowful kisses and estrangement and connection and Brittish accents and yellowed journals with calligraphy scrawled in the margins.

Black Tape for a Blue Girl.

When I heard that was actually the name of a band I just knew I would love them.

Roll those words around in your mouth.

Black
Tape
for
a
Blue
Girl.

It�s like lavender candy and cigarette smoke and wine sipped from a paper cup.

It�s enough to make me swoon.

But of course, go figure, they suck.

Another one of life�s disappointments.

They should be forced to sell their name on the open market to a band that really deserves it.