February 2nd, 2011 | Photos

Tamaryn’s record is gorgeous. Lush, swirling guitars; precise, stabbing bass lines and delicate, mysterious vocals that float over the mix and carry you away. It is quintessential dreampop with just enough quirk to make it personal and moving. Live, they played up the mystery, romance and violence of the tracks and transported the room to their private universe. The rhythm section is tight and never overplays. The vocals and guitar hooks lull you into a a warm happy place, and the peals of shimmering guitar brace you awake. It was like being in a hot tub in the winter and hopping into the snow, and back and forth. Tingly and delightful. Photos by Ward Robinson