Showing posts with label The Lemon Twigs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Lemon Twigs. Show all posts

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Crash-Course, No. 24: The Lemon Twigs, Cool, Connected Theater Kids

In their natural state....
Brian: Creatively, it's been pretty healthy since we've started enjoying each other's music --

Michael: We just get out of each other's faces.

Brian: But there's like a looming question of the fact that we split the duties and we fill up an album with half my songs and half of Michael's songs, basically.

Michael: What's the looming question? I'm still waiting on the looming question. Nothing's looming.

Brian: It's looming so much that I'll never get to it.”

That exchange is about four years old, but it sums up the functioning relationship between brothers behind The Lemon Twigs, Michael and Brian D’Addario. People with patience for sibling squabbling can enjoy through an extended version of it in a two-part interview with an outlet called Face Culture from a year earlier (pt. 1 and pt. 2). They’re both very young in that one - Brian around 18, and Michael just 16 - and it takes a little while to warm up…but once it does, holy shit, is it entertaining (it’s comedy gold for me). They did interviews separately after that, at least for a while. As Michael explained in a 2018 interview with The Independent, “Better to contradict than to be cut off.”

Spotify hepped me to The Lemon Twigs about [two and a half years] go with “Tailor Made,” which dropped me in the early-middle portion of their output. Without knowing anything about them, I thought they’d read my likes and fed me either an old 70s song, or some throwback act pushing their mid-20s or so. Turns out the actual story is much odder.

The D’Addarios grew up in a musical family from Hicksville, Long Island - one wired enough into that world where they could ask Todd Rundgren to sing a part on their second album. Both brothers have been performing since childhood, doing everything from Youtube videos to multiple shows on Broadway - e.g., from 2018 article in an outlet called Another Man Mag (this is Michael), “Assassins, The King and I, South Pacific and Oklahoma as childhood favourites, in addition to early roles in Oliver and “fucking Les Mis and stuff like that” - to movies involving Ethan Hawke and Michelle Pfeiffer. They started writing their own material by age 7 (per Brian, “basically a Monkees song” called “Girl”). They put out Do Hollywood in 2016, an either conscious or unconscious homage to The Beatles or The Beach Boys, or even Procol Harum (that Face Culture interview is messy), but a mid-60s Beatles influence comes through very cleanly on a track like “Those Days Is Comin’ Soon” (or “Haroomata”), among others. Their debut EP, Brothers of Destruction, makes a case for my, frankly, shaky understanding of The Beach Boys - e.g., “Why Didn’t You Say That?

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Crash-Course, No. 6: X, Punk Rock for the Heartland

Heroes/legends.
Los Angeles punk legends X have only one member actually from LA – drummer DJ Bonebrake, and it turns out even he’s a valley kid. The rest of band hail from Tallahassee (Exene Cervenka, vocals/spirit animal), Illinois (Billy Zoom, guitar/style), and Baltimore (John Doe bass/vocals/anchor). The better your feel for American geography, the more those starting points align, but there aren’t many things more quintessentially American than chasing dreams in the City of Angels.

Over the past week looking into X, the fact they actually tried to get famous surprised me as much as anything. After the reasonably polished More Fun in the New World failed to gain enough cash and attention, Zoom threatened to leave the band if they didn’t get big enough returns on the next album. The band handed production over to Michael Wagener, the same guy navigating the hair metal scene for Stryper and Dokken, and 1987's Ain’t Love Grand came out on the other side. It’s a stunningly awful album, the first side in particular, one that “sounds like it was recorded in a strip club for a strip club.” The pay day didn’t come either. Whatever his role in the entire snafu, Zoom offered this perfect riposte to anyone who ever accused the band of selling out:

“Selling out is when you get a bunch of money. If you didn’t get a bunch of money, you didn’t sell out.”

X did, however, push against the heart of their appeal on Ain’t Love Grand, of what made them feel so authentic. I pulled a lot of the above from a 2019 retrospective on X in an outlet called The Outline (with some filling in from a 2017 Rolling Stone retrospective on the band’s 40th anniversary). Anyone curious about how X formed (poetry classes, through the classified ads), whether or not the girl from the song “Los Angeles” was real (yes), how their sound evolved will do a lot better to stop reading this, and go read both of those. The Outline piece, however, gives the best and fullest account of their sound, inspirations and influences. The author, Andrew Holter, also knows what to borrow, as when he lifts a quote from a 1987 review in The New York Times on “American rock-and-roll” in the mid-1980s, and lumps X in with that sound: