What's not to like about Detroit, Michigan's
Tyvek? They're young and sloppy, they bash their battered instruments as if fighting off the ghost of
The Electric Eels and their how-lo-can-you-go lo-fi recordings seem to have been recorded through an empty toilet paper roll wrapped in King-size pillows stuffed with peanut butter. My one complaint is that, so far, none of their output is digital, and being that I'm too lazy to dust off my seldom-used turntable, I instead have to resort to
Audio Hijack-ing
Still Sleep,
Mary Ellen Claims,
Ability and the aptly-titled
Frustration Rock from their
MySpace page. Desperate music calls for acts of desperation.
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