Since the release of that first Tyvek long player, a self released CDr at that, the band’s been affiliated with two of the better thought of underground rock imprints currently running schlock into your ears. The self titled followed up came out on Siltbreeze a year back or so and oddly sported some re-imaged versions of songs first issued on the aforementioned CDr. The older version of “Frustration Rock” remains the better of the two.
Either way, that disc wound up making the Detroit band sound a bit fuller than it had on earlier releases. It have simply been the recording. It could have been any number of things. What it wasn’t, though, was better or worse. The self titled disc was just a bit different even as it retained its sloppy, glass eyed sheen.
Countless singles, tapes and low rent rehearsal tapes have since made Tyvek a relatively easy commodity to stumble upon whether one’s perusing the interwebs or a local record store. But the step up from independently released work to Siltbreeze and now onto In the Red Records comes accompanied by more sublte shifts in Tyvek’s aural sensibilities.
Nothing Fits, that recently issued disc, finds the band still molesting its instruments as if the sounds coming out of each is something like a moaning trollop in a bathroom getting’ what she deserves – “Underwater 1” is a pretty good example. Aside from the recording sounding a bit fuller, almost refuting early Tyvek releases, there’s a bit of Oz styled melody and songwriting on the companion “Underwater 2,” which pretty much doubles the duration of any other song on here.
Whatever scant changes actually exist – as opposed to what my obsessive listening picks up on – actually move the band closer to the garage aesthetic it’s new label has sought to cultivate in so many other bands. Using “Underwater 2” again, it’s not difficult to hear Tyvek reach towards a pop sucrose not quite absent on other releases, but perhaps subjugated to the fuzzy recording tendencies that went along with ‘em. Of course, all the vocals still sound like they were recorded in a closet by a mental patient, so at least there’s that sort of consistency.
Either way, if you dug in before, dig in again.v