VICTORIA SMITH

I always cringe just a little when T Max drops by with a dusty, sepia-toned CD complete with a brooding girl and acoustic guitar on the sleeve. I always suck it up though and put on my best sure-I’d-love-to-review-another-countrified-folk record.

To my great joy and more than a little surprise when the opening lines of “Bad Boy” from Victoria Smith’s debut, Victoria, spilled from my speakers, I was introduced to the lovechild of Julianna Hatfield and Aimee Mann. All my preconceived notions evaporated in an instant and I settled in for 45 minutes worth of exceptional singer/songwriter-based indie rock. I was suddenly teleported back to the ’90s and reminded of everything I loved about the Lilith Fair decade.

With her thoughtful lyrics and indie bent, Victoria Smith is poised to join the pantheon of Boston’s best singer/songwriters. (George Dow) - The Noise - New England Music Magazine

I always cringe just a little when T Max drops by with a dusty, sepia-toned CD complete with a brooding girl and acoustic guitar on the sleeve. I always suck it up though and put on my best sure-I’d-love-to-review-another-countrified-folk record.

To my great joy and more than a little surprise when the opening lines of “Bad Boy” from Victoria Smith’s debut, Victoria, spilled from my speakers, I was introduced to the lovechild of Julianna Hatfield and Aimee Mann. All my preconceived notions evaporated in an instant and I settled in for 45 minutes worth of exceptional singer/songwriter-based indie rock. I was suddenly teleported back to the ’90s and reminded of everything I loved about the Lilith Fair decade.

With her thoughtful lyrics and indie bent, Victoria Smith is poised to join the pantheon of Boston’s best singer/songwriters. (George Dow) - The Noise - New England Music Magazine