Actually, the first is more of a heartfelt plea. Before the Lemon Twigs‘ show last night at San Francisco’s Brick and Mortar Music Hall, various tunes played over the sound system. Right after the Jesus and Mary Chain’s “Just Like Honey” ended, a song came on that stopped me in my tracks. The guy running the sound board had no idea what it was, and I couldn’t decipher enough lyrics to Google anything. It was an uptempo neo-mod shoegazey number with harmonies, and completely gorgeous. If anyone remembers and knows it, please leave a comment. I’d be eternally grateful!
Now, a public service announcement for those who will be in the greater Santa Cruz area this evening:
You may be unfamiliar with the Lemon Twigs. You might be on the fence about going out after Super Bowl festivities, or put off by the local entertainment weekly’s weirdly backhanded blurb about the band’s show. (Seriously, Good Times, what gives?) Nevertheless, you owe it to yourselves to see the Lemon Twigs in concert tonight at the Catalyst. When I heard the band’s Do Hollywood album, I enjoyed it but found it rather restrained. That left me unprepared for the band’s astonishing songcraft and showmanship onstage last night, and feeling disbelief that it all came from teenagers. (Here’s an analogy for my fellow Redd Kross fans: Imagine the McDonald brothers during their Born Innocent era, performing material of the caliber of their Neurotica and Researching The Blues albums. Yes, the Lemon Twigs are that good already.)
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