The Tyrades have just released their first EP, "Detonation," on Big Neck Records. Who are the Tyrades you ask. They’re Jimmy Hollywood of the Baseball Furies side project. They remind me of the Baseball Furies if they were thrown in the trunk of a big Plymouth with Dale Bozzio of Missing Persons. The record starts off with "Detonation." It’s a ferocious rocker with some cool fucked-up guitar work. On "Vicious Rumors" Jenna Tyrade spits the lyrics out of her mouth like a bad taste while the guitars grind away at your skull. "Stop Starring" is about some guy starring at Jenna. She sings, "Not ‘uh, not a chance. Not ‘uh, not a chance. Not ‘uh, not a chance. I would never touch you." "Lifetime Problems" is a cover of a Dicks song. I ain’t sure who the Dicks are but they must be some punk rock band. The song blazes at ninety-to-nuttin’ as Jenna laughs, "ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha" like she’s some mad woman. I suspect she is. This record is about as intease at rock ‘n roll gets. Get it at BIG NECK RECORDS. - Cyclops

Wow!! At first played at 33 rpm. I was unimpressed, but then at 45 rpm! The male vocals turned into female and the mid-tempo became break neck speed. This would fit in with anything produced by Tim Kerr in the last few years. May be known as that guy from the Baseball Furies other band. One great single including a near perfect version of THE DICKS, "Lifetime Problems", thank you. - Punk Planet

I haven't invoked Alice Bag's name so often in I don't know how long, but these kids obviously thrive on the kind of punk rock that spawned "We Don't Need the English" and all the other raw blasts of L.A. hoodoo voodoo circa '78. Jenna Tyrade has a great voice that works in much the same way that Polly Styrene's did in her glory days. The band does a wonderful job of staying on the edge where they can just barely keep the speed and clarity going long enough to maintain the beat. The term "sloppy but endearing" comes bounding to the fore...proudly. The sleeve looks like something that would have been advertised in Slash way back when too. - Garage and Beat

Yow! Love this sound! Simplistic, fast, with an amazing classic punk/new wave feel, thanks in part to great vocals by Jenna Tyrade. This is a side project to the Baseball Furies from Buffalo, NY. Jimmy Hollywood dropped his bass and picked up guitar, recruited Dave Unlikely from the Trailer Park Tornados to pound the drums, and all I can say is this is some killer punk rock, a must for fans of KBD-style proto punk. - Head In a Milk Bottle

A damn good band with a minimalist sound that would'e fit in nicely with the late '70's/early '80's art punk scene, meaning it's annoying in all the right ways. A definite keeper here. Great cover of the Dick's "Lifetime Problems," too. Gary Floyd must be beaming with pride. - Razorcake

Another awesome single. This is apparently a side project of the BASEBALL FURIES, who I totally dig, but it's a bit different form the FURIES: it's more fucked up and features lots of noise and cool female vocals. Three originals and a DICKS cover. - Hit List

Some of the best female vocals I have heard in a long time. They are so loud, screeching, piercing and very extreme, they completely drown out the music. I think that's fantastic. The music is pretty cool too. Garagey punk with some nice distortion on the guitar, but who the hell can pay attention to that with these vocals? - Maximum Rock'n'Roll

Members of the Baseball Furies and Trailer Park Tornados burn through what looks and sounds like a really good ep from late 70's L.A., updated with guitar breaks that feel like they're flying three times faster than the song, as if Jimmy Ordinary's fingers, moving with all the speed he can muster, still can't keep pace with the ideas in his head. Jenna's snarling vocals seal the Dangerhouse sensibility. - Go Metric

Snotty atmosperic PUNK that seems as real as bad speed. Or maybe a good whippet... I played this for two days straight. - Rocktober

It wouldn't be that hard to play this to people and say it's some band from '82 found on a "Bloodstains" type comp. A pissed off art chick's spitting and screamin' over a discordant scramble of equipment so cheap that the guitar goes outta tune by the end of the first verse. With songs, comparing love to a detonation and everyday creeps and sounding like it was recorded in a dank basement with cobwebs and rats dying from poison for atmosphere, the Tyrades fit it to a tee. It's like someone hacked the Suburban Lawns into tiny little pieces and though they could never put them all back together they tried anyways. Jimmy "Hollywood" Ordinary of the Baseball Furies is the guitar playing sick man with the dangerous plan behind this. - Smashing Transistors