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Mr. Kaves, along with his brother ADM the last remaining founder of the Lordz, is not 100 percent Italian. But their cigars and fedoras and mustaches sure made the quintet then known as the Lordz of Brooklyn look like wiseguys on the cover of 1995's All in the Family. At first, this was a rap group who rocked; now, they're a rock band who rap. In that debut album's statement of purpose, "Saturday Night Fever," they bragged about being "connected like Sinatra" and likened themselves to "Lucky Luciano with a tommy gun," rhyming "Tony Manero" with "Verrazano" as brass-knuckle Guess Who riffs punched holes through glass. Picking up where House of Pain's shamrock shenanigans and Cypress Hill's Latin lingo left off, and dunking the blunted greaser-rap in spaghetti sauce and cheap beer, Family was one of the best hip-hop albums of the '90s, even if nobody noticed. Yet despite all the ethnic hints otherwise, the siblings' true birth names are Mike and Adam McLeer.
They're "mutts," says Kaves, just like his two big floppy dogs Midnight and Sonny, who were lounging all over his modest Bay Ridge family room on a recent Saturday afternoon. The brothers' dad, a carpet-layer fond of playing the ponies, came from Russian/Irish/English/Scottish stock. But after he left when the boys were eight and nine, they were raised by strong Italian women. Their grandmother, a beautiful photo of whom adorns the cover of the renamed Lordz' surprisingly entertaining new record The Brooklyn Way, danced in Bay Ridge wearing black as one of the Quatrone Sisters back in the '40s. Their mom, 18 when was Kaves was born, was known around the neighborhood as "Little 92nd Street," and supported the boys on public assistance and waitress tips. "She was like a hippie chick," Kaves says. "Kids would stare at her ass and I'd have to fight them." When Son of Sam was loose, he waited in his bed with a baseball bat, since his mom matched the victims' description.
Baseball figures prominently with this band: "Grab the Louisville out the Coupe De Ville," lead rapper Kaves threatened in Family 's "The Bad Racket." Back when his crew was called the Verrazano Boys, he tells me, preppies and gym rats might've found themselves on the action end of the wood; now that Brooklyn Wayis out on Warner's sub-subsidiary Perfect Game, he says it's like being called back up from the minors. The Lordz have released sporadic tracks while watching label deals collapse over the past decade, but Brooklyn feels like their first shot at the gold in forever: contributions from Rancid's Tim Armstrong and Avril/Bowling for Soup teen-punk producer Russ-T Cobb; crunchy hard-pop chords that onetime club DJ and longtime Lordz studio specialist ADM seems to have swiped from Rick Springfield and Bob Seger; canny covers of two classic New York shout anthems . . . add it up, and you've got one of 2006's more effortlessly playable pop-rock albums. And if it's not quite as loaded with mama-mia pizzeria specifics as Family, it still packs plenty of blue-collar pride and local color.
A half-block from Kaves's house, Fort Hamilton Parkway runs beneath the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge overpass; in Saturday Night Fever, this is where John Travolta's buddies hassled a gay couple. The end of the R line. Even with roaches crawling all over the little apartment where Kaves grew up, Mom always told him to appreciate their million-dollar view of the bridge. "The real Mom and Pop Brooklyn still exists in this neck of the woods," he says. But these blocks are changingnewer immigrants are likely to be Indian and Arab, and there aren't always 40 or 50 kids running around outside like in the old days. So Kaves sometimes feels like a ghost. His CD covers are photo albums full of faded old uncles in Army uniforms and tattered holy cards and rosaries and First Communion snapshots. The new Lordz CD, which comes with a photo album DVD, winds down with an update of Jim Carroll's good-die-young roll call "People Who Died," in which a friend gets whacked by a wiseguy in a Cadillac instead of offed by bikers. Then the closer, "Mama's Boy," remembers Kaves and Adam's mom, who died along with their baby sister in 1994.
That was the year before All in the Family came out. Kaves had just returned from the road when he got a phone call telling him they'd been killed by a speeding hit-and-run driver in a white truck. The NYPD investigated, Kaves held press conferences, and the incident made the papers, but the case was never solved. Rudy Giuliani even wound up renaming the intersection of 92nd Street and Fort Hamilton Parkway "Donna and Michele Blanchard Plaza"; a copy of the sign is on Kaves's living-room wall, across from graffiti pieces he's made. "Everything you work for in your life, everything you are, changes at that moment," he says, his voice cracking. We're sitting at his dining-room table. Kaves, born in 1969, is sipping water since panic attacks convinced him to dry out nine years ago; now he calls stogies "my only vice." He's wearing a black-and-white football jersey along with his tan fedora ("Run-D.M.C. called them Godfather hats," he says). He's grilled up some broccoli rabe sausages, and his wife has laid out a generous spread of snacks. Her name, just like his mom's, is Donna; a graphic designer who also runs the band's website, she grew up in a strict middle-class Sicilian family, which is finally starting to accept him. The couple has two boys, ages seven and three, who Kaves showers in affection (little Quinn does an excellent penguin walk); ADM, who comes over later, is a year younger than Kaves and has four kids of his own. By afternoon's end, the backyard deck is full. Beyond the deck, there's a small shack that once housed a diaper business, and now is where the Lordz do their recording, surrounded by Kiss memorabilia, Run-D.M.C. dolls, graffiti-painted ghetto blasters, a giant Krylon spray can, and a Lords of Flatbush poster Kaves's dad insists his old Flatbush gang, Pigtown, inspired Sly Stallone and Henry Winkler's movie gang.