Smith’s pop sensibilities come to the fore in this psychedelic, sun-kissed little number which boasts a distinctly west coast vibe. The lofty acoustic guitar intro hovers like a hummingbird before being swept aside by a wave of tumbling piano and crashing drums. Chugging guitars keep the carefree melody afloat as Smith sings discordant lyrics of apathy and loneliness. ‘So here he comes with a blank expression, specially for me, ‘cos he knows I feel the same. Cos happy and sad come in quick succession, I’m never going to become what you became’. Bled White may be lyrically downbeat, but its infectiously bright and breezy spirit is far from it.
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