Tyson Meade, the enigmatic and legendary frontman for the pioneering 80s band DEFENESTRATION and 90s stalwarts the CHAINSAW KITTENS, is back with a new solo album on Detroit’s Jett Plastic Recordings.
Robbing the Nuclear Family – Statement by Tyson Meade
“It is not an accident that many homosexuals should show a special preference for sailors, for the sailor on shore is symbolically the innocent god from the sea who is not bound by the law of the land and can therefore do anything without guilt.”  – W.H. Auden 
“Religion insists we’re sinners and so we’ve become soulful sensualists. The result is the unique, sensual feeling, elegant sensibility of the sexual outlaw.”
 John Rechy
Some of us – the ones who question the world around them – are fringe dwellers, the outcasts of the empire. We question this world because we do not fit into this world. We are the lost astronauts looking for those golden secret moments with shored sailors, unscripted actors in non-existent films.
Me the misfit, a dandy born on a farm in rural Oklahoma, I navigated my way through tractors, baseball, hunting and fishing. Art – Warhol, Rauschenberg, Pollack – and music – the Beatles, Janis Joplin, Bowie, the New York Dolls, Melanie – saved me. Later literature – Jean Genet, John Rechy, Salinger – gave me the affirmation that those around me had seemingly found a place in their Judeo-Christian world in which I never belonged because I am an outcast, a misfit, the boy who hid his Barbies in a dresser drawer in his room. As a child, my best friend from school found them, outed me, damned me.
I was humiliated, cast out into the desert of loneliness. In this loneliness, I developed and embraced my outsider status. Eventually, in high school and college, I found some others on the fringe who played the game of normalcy. I at times even played that game but we knew it to be a game. Nothing mattered. Everything mattered. Rock and roll mattered. Music mattered. Patti Smith mattered. Ramones mattered.
But me, being observant, I saw cracks in the veneer of the nuclear family – extramarital affairs, abuse, alcoholism, madness – because the constraints of the nuclear family are nothing more than a straitjacket to those who question their surroundings, those who don’t fit into those surroundings. These cracks and flaws I embrace as my identity.
My art is dedicated to those other fringe dwellers and friends of fringe dwellers, those who want something beyond reality TV, casino gambling, car payments, 401k, church on Sunday, family portraits on the mantle. We will build new kinds of families. The nuclear family is dead. Long live the dead nuclear family.
I willingly and lovingly now put my life on parade, every crack and blemish proudly metaphorically displayed. I have freed myself from the bondage of judgement of the nuclear family. And me and mine will rage like a fire through the world of bigotry, ignorance, lies, oppression, piety for the sake of piety, unholy holiness.
Thus, I am robbing the nuclear family of their power over me.
TRACK LISTING 
1. P.S Nuclear Forest Dance Boogie
2. He’s The Candy
3. Tentatively Ahmed
4. Confused 22
5. Tiniest Of Guys (Troy’s Theme)
6. Grandsons Of The Empire
7. Afternoon After Practice
8. Daphne Come Out
9. Motorcycle Boy #3
10. Candy Canes And Moonbeams
LIVE SHOWS (more details forthcoming):
11/9 Ferndale, MI – Found Sound
11/11 Detroit, MI – PJs Lager House
11/12 Toledo, OH – Culture Clash Records
11/15 Owensboro, KY – The Spot
11/16 Louisville, KY – TBA
11/17 Indianapolis, IN – TBA
11/18 Cincinnati, OH – The Comet
11/19 Columbus, OH – TBA
11/24 Pittsburgh, PA – TBA*
11/25 New York, NY – Hank’s Saloon*

* w/ The Britemores

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