Smith Westerns and the (merely) OK Corral
Somehow, through the miracle that is the information superhighway, I must have indirectly and unknowingly absorbed enough of the digital hype generated over Chicago’s Smith Westerns that I built up an expectation level for in their sophomore elpee named Dye It Blonde.
That’s all over now though.
Influence is one thing; the wholesale lifting of sound is another.
To be fair, everyone knows this bizzness of aping one’s influences is nothing new, and these guys in Smith Westerns, they are really young and are probably (hopefully) still in their formative stage. They aren’t wrestling with any cosmic complexities yet, so Dye It Blonde ends up being a fluffy pop thing of little consequence, a collection of songs about girls and late nights and teen dreams. They’d go great with scenes from a Sofia Coppola-directed light romantic comedy where the young attractive couple is framed in a dozen or so shots filmed in the most picturesque locations in Big City, USA, because then there’d be something happening that could prime the listener’s imagination. The songs on this elpee are too stubbornly inert to do that on their own. Maybe next time.