“Every interview must have a story. This isn’t going to be like a Paul McCartney one where you read it and you think, oh man, he said that in the last interview. This is an exclusive, an original!” Michael D’Addario is standing up, wildly gesticulating, his big brother Brian sat beside him head in hands. A story fails to instantly materialise but this is The Lemon Twigs – don’t expect the narrative to flow from A to B.
The teenagers from Long Island are in London for their debut UK performance. News of their idiosyncratic stage show and peculiar, knowing brand of classic rock is spreading fast. “We couldn’t believe it was sold out,” says Brian. “Most places we have played, people are there because of the venue, not for us – this is the first time we have sold out and it’s our first time in Europe in general. Every time I buy something I get a joyful feeling. I don’t know why, I guess it’s the currency.” Michael’s still standing. “Oh yeah, it’s cheap as hell. Tell that to the judge, motherfucker, I am rich now!” Brian smiles fondly at Michael this time. “We haven’t even see Paul yet,” he says, taking us back to McCartney.
“Simon Pegg is coming later, though,” Michael finishes and takes a seat.
Later this evening the brothers will astonish the Sebright Arms basement with an accomplished but joyfully erratic set that playfully captures elements of The Beach Boys, Big Star, even Bowie. Right now they’re two polite, slightly giddy young men batting off passing members of the public whilst trying (and failing) to sit still. “Sorry, we’re doing an interview at the moment but maybe you could speak to our manager who is just around the corner,” says Michael to a smartly dressed couple that stop to ask for tickets. “That fellow was so sharp, he had Beatle boots,” says Michael. “There are a lot of Beatle boots here. That’s one thing that’s different from Long Island. Brian likes London as he likes mods; I don’t really like mods, even though I am a little…” He gestures at his choice of clothing. “It’s frustrating because people keep saying I look like a mod or that’s the mod way.” Brian interjects: “You do look just like a mod.” Michael’s up again, flat cap off, he launches it at Brian’s face and the interview careers to a halt once more.