24.5.07

Alice's Wanderland


If Alice Smith was a kid in the local church choir, they would've never let her sing solos, or stand in the front, muchless even don a choir robe. Alice's voice is something akin to a well-aged whiskey; when she belts it similar to Meatloaf's bat-out-of-hell, her soft murmurs are stuff of post-coital pillow talk, in other words, she is reminiscent of all things unholy.


This monday i finally made it down to Mercury Lounge in LES to see Alice Smith live. See being the understatement of the century, experience would be more like it. She was ridiculous, in a rock st*r way. Smith's voice is the type that can afford to be lackadaisical on the stage. Her singing moved between grunts, piercing belts,and actual words. which i felt was amazing. she wasn't really married to the lyrics as much as she was in love with the emotion behind each song.

i would strongly suggest that you check out her work, but most importantly experience her live show. right now she is out west, but i'm sure she'll be back in NYC .

...ohh and reason #1001 to luv her, she currently resides in the BK (home of Biggie and Jay!)

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