“Tyvek is rejects! Tyvek is rejects! Tyvek is rejects,” chants Timmy Vulgar, artist, taco chef, and front man of Human Eye and Timmy’s Organism, into the spittle-soaked microphone. Moments later Tyvek rips into “Outer Limits” and closes this marathon set at the Painted Lady in Hamtramck, MI.
Tyvek’s live sound is rife with self-effacement, sabotage, chaos and the attitude indicative of a band that has nothing to lose. They live in a wasteland. They have no prospects. In their world, the apocalypse has already happened but that doesn’t bother them. Actually, they’re glad that everyone is gone so they can do what they want. Here, the reject is celebrated. In Detroit, the world of burnt out buildings, urban deserts, and nothing but sprawl to stretch your legs in, the reject is Adonis and creativity is Zeus.
I picked this tape up in Ann Arbor, MI, from Shelley, formerly of Tyvek and currently of Swimsuit and Saturday Looks Good To Me. I didn’t know anything about it and I had been under the impression that Tyvek had broken up. I didn’t know it was live and I’m not sure she did either. As she told me, “They [Tyvek] like to release lots of different versions of the same songs…”
Mutant Love contains feedback, off-key singing, drinking, banter, slobbering, and whacked out keyboard runs. Despite the description, this set is actually not technically sloppy in the least bit. Tyvek’s music is composed with the intention of sounding this way. That’s why we writers call them “art punks.” In that regard the performance is really an exemplary relic of the band in their prime and they sound great. Mutant Love is just as good as Fast Metabolism.