No, they’re not named after the Hooters knockoff frequented by cutthroat Waco bikers. Nor are they named after David Lynch’s ABC cult masterwork. Well, they’re kinda named after the Lynch program. Chicago teenagers Twin Peaks hadn’t seen the great search for Laura Palmer when they began in 2009. They were just vibing on the name.
Luckily, the barely-legal quartet has a better grasp on their music than they do their moniker. With 2014’s Wild Onion, Twin Peaks dropped a near-perfect guitar record for summer, the rock ‘n’ roll equivalent of the sunny brews that these four slug with abandon. With three alternating singers giving a rotation of energy, the quartet chugs through a 16-pack of faded evenings and broken hearts. With hearts-mended, or at least self-medicated, they go off on classic rock riffs without overdosing on nostalgic tropes. With Modern Vices, Rich Hands, The Bolos.