As Detroit continues its seemingly irreversible slide into the tar pits
of economic despair, new traditionalists Tyvek unashamedly take
the reins and harness the ambition to keep their slurred, manically
refreshing noise pop bouncing around the skulls of everyone still
breathing in the real, uncategorizable fumes of the original new wave.
With an already impressive trail of essential releases behind them, including
last year’s debut album and an infinitesimal stream of “touronly”
CDRs, the band is always evolving, yet never strays too far from
the original cacophony that earned them a spot in the hallowed halls of
modern punk’s elite erratics.