The Lemon Twigs

Lon­don The Lex­ing­ton

Classic Rock - - Live! - Nick Hasted

Glam kids are al­right.

Paul Weller’s watch­ing tonight, and knows bet­ter than most that the de­gree of teen tal­ent dubbed pre­co­cious on the D’Ad­dario broth­ers’ de­but as The Lemon Twigs, Do Hol­ly­wood, was normal when rock was young. Goofy brat an­drog­yne brother Michael is now 19, and rel­a­tively in­tro­verted long­hair Brian 21. New al­bum Go To School’s de­ploy­ment of vo­ra­ciously ab­sorbed early-70s styles, glam-punk to the fore, in a Sond­heim-in­flu­enced mu­si­cal about an alien­ated chimp who burns his hu­man high school down is, ad­mit­tedly, am­bi­tious for any era.

This post-Columbine Car­rie, or maybe Grease, takes up most of the set. Al­bum guest and band de­ity Todd Rund­gren can’t make it, but Michael’s goofy charisma is enough. From his PG-rated Lou Reed pat­ter to his jerky scis­sor-kicks and flashes of fly­weight flesh, he’s a wired, out­sider ir­ri­tant in a way that res­onates past pas­tiche. Drum­mer An­dres Val­buena, mean­while, fa­nat­i­cally drives the sib­lings’ smoothly beau­ti­ful guitar bar­rages and ballsily florid har­monies.

Go To School’s story is rooted in the broth­ers’ shield­ing of their per­son­al­i­ties from their Long Is­land school’s con­form­ist pres­sures. Michael’s vis­ceral dis­com­fort dur­ing a jokey but swiftly junked blues shows they still have their own code of near-camp au­then­tic­ity. The Lemon Twigs prove rock can remain youth­ful, ram­pant fun, and they mean ev­ery ex­ces­sive word.

The D’Ad­dario broth­ers: charis­matic and com­pelling.

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