What do you call a female Brooklyn songwriter with a smarmy, witty lyrical edge, a band that plays as if they'd just stepped out of the Brill Building, and a voice that's got the squeaky charm of Gwen Stefani's? Howabout: the next Lily Allen.
“I was the surprise,” says April Smith, the bonus baby her parents won late and whose moxie and dash astounded everyone she met. Today, she remains a welcome bolt: a loose-lipped, cocked-hip gal whose music and mien could buoy the Titanic.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!