Jennifer Layton, Indie-Music.com Featured review of Wildlife, 3/05 I put Marly Hornik's Wildlife in my stereo last Wednesday. I came to just a few minutes ago and found myself lying on the floor in satin sheets, my apartment covered in rose petals, my windows fogged over, and a note on the pillow next to me signed by someone named "Antonio." There's a plate of half-eaten strawberries on the coffee table and an empty bottle of champagne beside the bathtub. I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm playing that CD again as soon as I finish this review. Hornik has always been a sensual artist, but I've never heard her this hungry and wild. The opening track, "Walk on Air," approaches with a warm, tribal vibe and periodically explodes into full-orchestra starbursts. Then it cools back down into a psychedelic dream. It's so mesmerizing that it took me a minute to realize that the lyrics consist mainly of her singing "walk on air" over and over again. She's got me. And she's not letting go. Song after song, whether a quiet acoustic declaration of love or a passionate, unbridled rush, makes the heart pound and temperature rise. While the mellow tracks are delicately inviting (check out the unabashedly romantic "Coffee Without Cream"), it's her lush, trippy pop/rock sound that shakes the soul. And she's never been shy. "If I Could" describes "the pounding in my veins or the ache between my legs that makes me call your name." In this very song, she sings that she wants to be his angel. More angels should be this bold. I have two favorites. "Miles Apart" is electric mystery. It begins with a slowly-building, very late-night metro sound, and then Marly's voice echoes in from a distance. The air sparks. It feels like following a beckoning voice through a train station. "Song For The Broken Hearted" is typical Marly spunk, which is what I loved about her first two albums. In this 70s groove funk, she's not wallowing in heartache and refuses to allow anyone else to wallow either. This song is a strut through Brooklyn on a Friday night in your favorite jeans. I'm pretty sure my jeans are still around here someplace. I vaguely remember having them on last Wednesday. Like I said, I'm playing this CD again. Right now. See you sometime next month. Mark Fisher, CoffeeHouseTour.com Excerpted from Wildlife review posted 3/05 Through the years very few artists' music has struck me as personally as Marly Hornik's has. Marly...is the pride of New York City's blossoming singer-songwriter scene. Wildlife, the follow-up to her critically acclaimed album Say You Do, has just been released independently and it's release will undoubtedly take Ms. Hornik to places she has probably never dreamed of. Yes, it's that good...it shows tremendous depth both musically and lyrically. Marly Hornik's Wildlife is practically flawless. The songs spring to life and speak so clearly that you can't help but get lost in them. The musicianship displayed on Wildlife coupled with Marly's intimate musical approach and down to earth songwriting is an amazing blend of artistry, integrity, and fun. This is an album that knows when to be serious, when to have a good time, and when to reveal it's true greatness.