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Tyvek - On Triple Beams

by Al Brown Rating:6.5 Release Date:2012-11-12

As usual, there's a raft of hip, noisy garage-rock bands on the scene at the moment, all getting a 7 in Vice and a 7.2 in Pitchfork, all uninspiring but in that faux-edgy, well-dressed way that means they get a free pass for an album or two. It's only a few years later that we say: "Oh yeah, that shit did sound really forced", or maybe: "In hindsight, yes, they were just using reverb to sex-up those mummy's-boy vocals."

Of course, we won't actually remember to say any of that because the music is so instantly forgettable and interchangeable: no interesting singers and no good songs; a facsimile of a facsimile of something that had some heart and spunk in New York City, 1976, and is now an outlet for sixth-form nihilists who are scared of their own singing voices. It's enough to make you long for The Datsuns.

Anyway, Tyvek are better than that. I'd like it if they were a bit more poppy a bit more often, but I'm not their artistic director and they're free to sound more like Black Flag than The Ramones. The crucial thing is intensity: that old-fashioned feeling that, for this band, rock'n'roll is a calling, not just a new look to try on until a decent internship comes up on Silicon Roundabout. 'Say Yeah' sounds quite a lot like 'Sex Beat' by The Gun Club, which is a good thing, as is 'City of a Dream', a punchy drug-addled number that at 1:21, doesn't outstay it's welcome.

'Wayne County Roads' is like Bruce Springsteen crossed with The Voidoids; 'Midwest Basements' celebrates the euphoria and mundanity of life in your 20s ("It's late/ Let's leave/ I've work tomorrow with Steve!") with an MC5-style, three-chord thrashalong (Tyvek are from Detroit too, by the way, and maybe that's why they hold themselves to higher standards than a band from, say, Brighton or Dalston.)

Some good tunes, then, and some forgettable ones. I'm not going to lie, nothing on here is going to blow your mind, and there's nothing as straight-up feelgood and catchy as '

', last album's standout. But if you like The Stooges and Richard Hell as much as Tyvek do, you might want to give it a spin.

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