The Lemon Twigs (a.k.a. Michael and Brian D’Addario) take the truism “They don’t write ’em like that anymore” as a direct challenge. Not only does the glam-ballad sibling act write songs that boomers can cry over, but the duo make ’em sound so fresh and modern that a new generation of frantic, sad-eyed romantics can have their own soundtrack to staying up all night without having to raid their thrice-divorced uncle’s record collection.

Given the Twigs’ ability to strike the perfect balance between dirty-sweet and doing it clean, CREEM wasn’t remotely surprised to run into the band at our local Laundromat, where the brothers weren’t even doing their own laundry: They were being paid, in coy smiles and bright shiny nickels, just to run their hands through other patrons’ undergarments.