Tyvek

Nothing Fits (In the Red)

By Erin Wolf
Published: November 16th, 2010 | 7:34am

Noisy pop-punk is a jolt akin to a sludgy cup of black coffee or jumping in a lake in January—abrasive, oddly pleasing, and sinus-opening. In this regard, it can’t be listened to with half an ear, either—it’s definitely a genre that won’t be denied. Detroit’s Tyvek take on the gritty guitar attack from the get-go, as “Animal” bares its teeth like it’s Bad Brains-meets-the-Buzzcock’s snottier and more angular older brother, yowling and howling in a meet me after school call to (fistfight) arms, ripping through its lyrics with fury.

The quartet, although stripped down and strung up in a late ‘70s prototypical punk sound, puts a lot more grit in their music than the more polished and slightly politer bands of yore, minor chords abounding and fast-spat vocals banishing the idea that old can’t be new again. With a more modern aesthetic, Tyvek appeals to today’s punks with party-ready and tongue-in-cheek titles such as “Future Junk,” “Kid Tut” and “4312.” But just because their song titles spell out a miscreant party-time ethos doesn’t mean that the band is a bunch of lushes. Rather, they’d probably rather spend their time beating the lushes at the party up, then laughing about it after.

Nothing Fits is a fighter of an album with the occasional trippy and weird feedback experiments (as in “Outer Limits”) which make it obvious Tyvek isn’t about to take themselves seriously anytime soon and neither should the listener. Nothing Fits has a lot of heart. It might be a harder heart than is socially acceptable, but it’s beating fast and furious and full of aplomb.

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