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Tyvek, Running, Heavy Times Critic's Choice Recommended Soundboard

When: Sun., Jan. 30, 7 p.m. 2011

TYVEK In the early aughts, Buffalo transplants the Tyrades borrowed a line from San Francisco protopunks Crime, calling themselves "Chicago's First and Only Punk Band." Thing was, they exploded in such an intense fireball of kinetic, cathartic violence onstage that I had no problem thinking of them as the World's Last Punk Band. And for a while it seemed like they might be. Since the Tyrades split, a few groups have kept the spark alive, making music that's at least moderately interesting and sometimes almost transcendent, but quote-unquote punk rock has clearly been abandoned by the kids who traditionally discover it anew every generation—half the lineup on the Warped Tour is guylinered teenybopper hokum. Then along came Detroit's Tyvek, whose latest LP, the 12-song, 26-minute Nothing Fits (In the Red), proves there might be a few more heartbeats in the old broad just yet. If any current band can muster the kind of everything-at-once cyclone the Tyrades did, it's Tyvek. Front man and guitarist Kevin Boyer sings in a crude, delirious Everynerd yelp that heightens the mania of what's already a pounding, frenetic album filled with howling, barking, anthemic art-klang. From the catchy hop-on-pop Wire-isms of "4312" to the lead-pipe-to-the-skull scream of the title track to the death-ray boom-chick of "Kid Tut," Nothing Fits is one of the most essential rock records of 2010. Running and Heavy Times open.

Brian Costello

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