April Smith

born at the end of disco and the middle of rock n roll, when this one began to cry, god said “jesus, she’s got lungs.” her music is like this: combine the dramatic presence of freddie mercury, melodic sweetness of buckley, range and power of ann wilson, smoky sarcasm of tom waits, and the ornate imagination of michel gondry and you’re getting close. sounds good, we know. we call it vocally-driven-cinemelodic rock for short.

born at the end of disco and the middle of rock n roll, when this one began to cry, god said “jesus, she’s got lungs.” her music is like this: combine the dramatic presence of freddie mercury, melodic sweetness of buckley, range and power of ann wilson, smoky sarcasm of tom waits, and the ornate imagination of michel gondry and you’re getting close. sounds good, we know. we call it vocally-driven-cinemelodic rock for short. April Smith is tiny.

She stands somewhere around 5′2″, but she belts her lyrics like a gal two times her size on new tracks like “Wow and Flutter” and “Colors”. Having worked with producers Adam Schlesinger (Fountains Of Wayne) and Dan Romer (Ingrid Michaelson, Jenny Owen Youngs), April’s retro pop sound, carnivalesque melodies and jangly, suitcase-beating spirit will have you spinning like a whirling dervish! Her sly wit, cheeky attitude, sticky cadences, and profound lyrics are brilliantly reflected in her new material. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL..