Tape Man and the Tape Men: Born to Die
By Gareth Shute
On the last national tour of the Phoenix Foundation, many audience members were surprised to find that the support act was a single guitar player wearing a tuxedo with his head wrapped in black masking tape. The shadowy, nameless figure then proceeded to rip into a set of riff-tastic surf-guitar foot-stompers that Dick Dale would've been proud to call his own (before he got fat and started wearing a headband and put his hair back in a pony-tail). Now the mysterious Tape Man has returned with a full album of garage guitar and old time rock'n'roll bass, held together by some heavy ride cymbal within a vintage set of swinging drumbeats. Marvel as he takes you on a hip-shaking joint with Jumbo. Struggle not to swivel your hips when you hear the Tiki Lounge. Listen if you dare, as Tape Man returns rock'n'roll to the domain of b-grade horror movies and seedy cocktail bars! And if you are one of those people who still have an old walkman lying around your bedroom or have a car with a cheap stereo that only plays tapes, then you'll be pleased to know that this album is available on cassette!