Monday, January 3, 2011

Smith Westerns - Dye It Blonde

Album Review
January/February 2011

Cover Art: Smith Westerns, 'Dye It Blonde'

Spirited Teens

Windy City upstarts set their wide eyes on the stars

It's time to stop calling Smith Westerns garage rockers. On their self-titled debut, the Chicago foursome mashed Nuggets scruff and T. Rex/Bowie stomp into some pretty immaculate songs, usually about girls and/or dreams. They also nicked their cover art from Nirvana's Nevermind. These kids dreamed big.

For the follow-up, the band recorded in a real New York City studio, with a real producer, Chris Coady (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Beach House). And the songs are even better. They're still usually about girls and/or dreams. But Smith Westerns no longer rehash niche genres -- unless early Oasis or Double Fantasy-era John Lennon count as niches. Adding considerable production gloss, they worship their heroes the most devout way possible -- by trying to top them.

"Is this fantasy?" wonders frontman Cullen Omori. "Or am I just lucky?" Whatever. Dye It Blonde should be the kind of smash not heard in the City by the Lake since Fall Out Boy, if not the Pumpkins. With searing guitars, swooning keyboards, and airy, not-that-innocent vocals, Smith Westerns unabashedly "want you to feel what it's like to be loved with all your might" ("Only One"). Their weekends suck when you're not here ("Weekend"). They're comfortable going a little bit disco ("Dance Away") and don't blink at acoustic breakdowns ("Smile"). When Omori slips in coy lyrical self-references, he's not running out of inspiration; he's creating the band's own mythology.

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