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But there's a catch: The guitarist behind the wraparound shades and Johnny Ramone stance is only 13 years old, and his brother behind the drums -- he's 11. The band's bass player, Morgan Donor (her punker pseudonym, of course), is 15, which makes her the oldest member aside from Willie, who happens to be the Dunivan boys' father. The black stretch pants that Derek wears used to be Willie's. And as the band's set winds to a close, it becomes clear that the elder Dunivan has handed down more than just an old pair of pants to his son. Every song in the Pure Rubbish catalog -- only nine at this point -- has roots in Willie's extensive record collection, a large portion of which is devoted to the Pistols, the New York Dolls, the Clash, the Ramones and other leaders of punk rock's historic first wave.
"They've grown up on that stuff," says Willie after the show, resting in the shade with the rest of the Pure Rubbish clan. "And they're all multi-talented."
Kids are getting away with murder on the pop music playground these days, commanding unheard-of attention from a music industry still reeling from a post-Nirvana identity crisis. Silverchair's multi-platinum faux-grunge debut, Frogstomp, led the charge back in 1995. A year later, country music discovered its own teen sensation in LeAnn Rimes (though lately she's been downplaying her youth by dressing like a sultry 30-year-old). Most recently, the trio of Midwestern siblings in Hanson have pushed America's cuddle-cute button with the bubble-gum soul of "MMMBop."
Who's to say Pure Rubbish doesn't have what it takes to seize their own piece of the action? Certainly, weirder things have happened, and an endearing band of kiddie punkers would hardly qualify as a commercial long shot. Helping their cause, the brothers Rubbish are undeniably adorable -- though unlike the younger two-thirds of Hanson, not so much so that you might mistake them for little girls.
None of that is lost on the elder Dunivans. Father Willie and mother Tracy, an acting coach, have trained their sons well. The boys can actually play, and they're naturals on-stage. Even when they flub their parts, they conduct themselves like professionals. Actually, they ham it up like born entertainers. At the Zocalo show, Evan donned a latex mask of a Mohawked ghoul, wearing it while playing a cover of the Ramones' "Pinhead." Derek tried his hand at balancing a toy fireman's helmet on his head, until a tepid breeze sent it scooting across the stage. Meanwhile, Donor, with her spiky, purple-pink hair and black leather trousers, stoically held down the bottom line.
But youth's charms can be fleeting. Two years down the line, Silverchair's pubescent worldliness makes them sound jaded. And what of much-touted Dallas high schooler Ben Kweller? A few months back, Kweller's band, Radish, ignited a major-label bidding war. Now -- according to critics and consumers, both of whom have been notably cool to Radish's Restraining Bolt debut -- Kweller is little more than another bright kid who wishes he were Kurt Cobain, fronting a band that wishes it were Silverchair.
For its part, Pure Rubbish wants nothing to do with the Silverchairs of the world. They're not so keen on Nirvana either -- and the mention of Radish elicits only blank stares. Among the newer bands the Dunivan boys listen to, most of them -- D Generation, Rancid -- hark back to the tunes they uncovered at home.
The same is true of Donor, who sneers that "new stuff all sounds the same" and confesses to stealing records from her father, David Thompson, with whom she plays in the local reggae group Rub A Dub.
Like Donor's dad, the Dunivans are fully behind their kids' extracurricular aspirations. In fact, they enrolled Derek and Evan in the progressive Awty International School at an early age to encourage their artistic leanings. Almost immediately, the boys gravitated toward the school jazz band. And though the school has a strict dress code, it wasn't long before their unique tastes in music and clothes gained them the status of rebels among their classmates.