My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that’s divine
My prayer is a rapture in blue
With the world far away
And your lips close to mine
In 2017, as the last echoes of Twin Peaks: The Return filled the air, Devery Doleman and bassist/vocalist Julie Rozansky conjured a supergroup to channel the eerie, atmospheric ballads of Julee Cruise and Angelo Badalamenti for a Halloween show. The night buzzed with an unexpected energy—what started as a single homage ignited into something unstoppable: Fuck You, Tammy! Riding that initial jolt, they plunged deeper into David Lynch’s dreamlike universe, gathering a devoted crowd drawn to their otherworldly sound.
Now, Fuck You, Tammy!—Devery Doleman, Julie Rozansky, Nate Smith, Bill Ferullo, Blaise Dahl, and Anthony Cekay—unleash an EP containing four familiar Lynchian lullabies: Sycamore Trees, My Prayer, Shadow and Falling.
Doleman’s voice slips through the air like a ghostly wisp, bearing the ethereal charm of Chrystabell—the singer whose spectral role in The Return sparked the band’s name. Her voice moves like mist, cool and serene, a quiet presence that drifts yet never quite settles. There’s a distant beauty to it, a sound that seems tethered to some half-seen world, echoing with a wistful softness, as though it were remembering something lost. It beckons, then fades, always lingering just beyond reach, leaving listeners with a sense of something fragile and fleeting. It feels like an invitation, a soft plea that fills the silence with mystery and longing. Her voice hovers between realms, delicate and ungraspable, a sound that pulls you close while keeping its secrets hidden. It is not merely a voice; it is a presence, floating somewhere between the known and the unknowable, hauntingly familiar, yet forever elusive.
Fuck You Tammy’s rendition of Sycamore Trees draws you into a world where certainty slips away—a dark, shifting place without firm edges. The familiar blurs and vanishes, leaving Doleman’s voice as your sole guide, drifting deeper into the unknown. It feels like stepping into a dim corridor, lit by flickering monitors, each pulse pulling you under a hypnotic spell.
“Our live arrangement developed over years of playing shows, and had grown into something so beautiful that it made me have to make this record,” says Doleman. “You take me for a walk/ under the Sycamore Trees” is, to me, about being led into a space of potentially terrifying or sublime transformation, much like the experience of entering world of a Lynch film: I wanted the song to be that invitation, and it’s the portal to the world of the rest of the record. I envisioned the expansiveness of a Bond theme with the menace of Portishead – and instead of being in the hermetic space of the Red Room, I wanted you to follow her into the dark woods, and there she encounters the saxophone solo- the ghostly presence that is waiting for her. The layered guitars and meticulously controlled feedback with the synths evoke the dark woods – the grand piano, the stars overhead, and far, far away. The original is beautiful and feels like someone telling a sad and terrible story – ours is that story unfolding in real-time.”
Their take on My Prayer by The Platters floats somewhere between the earthly and the ethereal, lifting the original into a ghostly realm. Faithful yet otherworldly, it shimmers just out of reach. Then comes their cover of Chromatics’ Shadow, starting with a haunting string arrangement and swelling into something grander. The driving backbeat pulses with an early ’80s rock energy, more expansive, almost anthemic, transforming the original’s stoic grace into a sweeping journey.
The EP concludes with a reimagined Falling by Julee Cruise. Where the original grounds us firmly in Twin Peaks, FYT breathes new life into it with a synthpop twist—faster, more electric, strangely danceable, channeling LCD Soundsystem more than, say, The Man From Another Place. The track trades the dreamlike drift of the past for a rhythm that pulses forward, creating a headspace that feels both nostalgic and thrillingly new. And yes – there’s saxophone.
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