Appearance-wise, Tamaryn would have fit in well at a 1980s goth club. But the song contained on this record is far more complicated than anything you’d expect from a wannabe post-punk, dance hall gloom number. Interesting on all levels, the dark, brooding track makes me wonder what else the corny yet compelling Tamaryn has up her ruffled sleeve. This one-song, one-sided 7” on the elusive Hell, Yes! label is limited to just 300 copies (250 of the regular version, and 50 of a limited version with a gold, silkscreened cover). I think I’m going to have to start wearing eye shadow if I hear it again.
–Art Ettinger (Hell, Yes!, myspace.com/hellyeshellyeshellyes)