Full of half-hearted fuzz riffs and tossed-off two-note vocals, Tyvek's self-titled debut made for great recession-era listening. In a world suddenly crowded with dying malls, half-built condos, and underwater McMansions, the Detroit basement-punks' wobbly songwriting sounded weirdly poignant. But unlike the Midwestern punks that came before them-- the Stooges, the Electric Eels, Negative Approach, to name a few-- Tyvek never seemed particularly cheesed-off about their surroundings. The rotating cast of collaborators fronted by guitarist/singer Kevin Boyer was agitated and noisy, but never aggressive.

The band's new full-length is tight, snotty, and pogo-worthy. The mellow instrumental snippets that padded the last LP are long gone. Now there's only the clacking of drumsticks to signal the next onslaught of distortion and motor-mouthed shouting. As a result, they nail the burnt-out 'burbs imagery better than ever. "Underwater institution/ Silent hallways vacant always endless yards of paper trails/ Medications healthy systems baby doctors cut their tails," shouts Boyer over chunky power chords on "Underwater 1", ticking off his list of gripes. In the refrain, he boils it all down to one perfect image of a "Safeway bag now sticking to my shoe." "Frustration Rock", the band's original aggro anthem, sounds kind of nerdy in comparison.

Tyvek's first full-length was cobbled together from a smorgasbord of the bands favorite tapes-- practice takes and basement jams full of lo-fi gristle. This time around, Tyvek spent some money. Nothing Fits is the band's first release to be recorded in an actual studio, and the result is a shorter, more focused record, but hardly a cleaner one. On the title track-- with its unrelenting snare cracks and blizzard of treble-cranked guitars-- Tyvek come off like the Motor City's answer to Huggy Bear.

But like the best old-time hardcore, there's an element of audience participation built in via shout-along refrains. Those lyrics are clear enough: "People in the passing lane, just pricks in a car," sings Boyer. "Fuck off!" responds an overdubbed chorus. And burried down in the din, there's a tried and true posi-punk message. "Underwater 2" delivers the counter-arguement to Pt. 1's bleak, dumpster-diving worldview: "Want to make it something out of nothing at all/ So we've gotta pull together/ Now we gotta just start small," sings Boyer. "It's all right/ just do what you want." Tyvek are slackers no more.


Michael LaCour (born 1987 in Houston, Texas), known by his stage name as B L A C K I E...in All Caps, With Spaces, is an American noise musician. His music is an array of Folk, Jazz, Noise, Rap, and Hardcore Punk.

SVT 2.0


The Strange Victory Touring Company will both celebrate our two-year anniversary and and lament Derek Becker's retirement from booking with three nights of strange and victorious music at The Hideout in Chicago, IL:

Thu 9/19 Tyvek & B L A C K I E
Fri 9/20 Dustin Wong (record release) & CAVE
Sat 9/21 Scout Niblett & Dope Body

Yes, Derek Becker will wrap up his ten-year tenure as a booking agent at the end of October, followed by a brief sabbatical of research and reflection. After that? "Announce date pending," says Becker. But judging by his Facebook posts, much of the time he'll miss with the two-year-old SVT will be replaced by time spent with his three-year-old daughter...!

From November to infinity, the Strange Victory torch will be carried forward by Nicole Yalaz and Luke Knee. The two remain committed to doing creative, unlame and meaningful work with their badass group of artists.

Special thanks to Dan K and Drag City, who partnered with Yalaz and Becker nearly two years ago to get the company up and running, supplying food, water, shelter and guidance. This support will always be appreciated, and never forgotten. Moving forward, Strange Victory will be its own entity, yet ever-friendly and simpatico with their soul brothers and sisters at Drag City.



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