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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. The girl from Toms River, New Jersey, swears she cultivated her magnetic personality in order to impress her much older and “insa
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. The girl from Toms River, New Jersey, swears she cultivated her magnetic personality in order to impress her much older and “insanely talented” siblings. Watching her brother play with his band, and her sister paint murals on her closet doors, young April wondered, “How do I sneak into their world?”
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