For the past decade, David P. Smith has quietly gone about establishing himself as one of Victoria’s most captivating and original songwriters. His songs, vividly surreal spaces in which the opposing notions of humour and despair manage to mingle, are as confounding
as they are beautiful; they challenge us to weep while we laugh and vice versa.

Nick Lyons, Monday Magazine

Smith has a knack for pushing the mournful and tragic aspects of the country music tradition so far that they pass through the realm of parody and dementia, only to come around again as heightened forms of sincerity.

Clifford Doerksen, Time Out Chicago

The album has a disturbing honesty to it. Songs about teenage drinking, dropping acid, and the deaths of people you only kind of know are written in a conversational poetry that rings with ridiculous, sad, human truth.

Jordan deBruyn, Ottawa Fulcrum

Smith exposes the twisted roots of Americana and proves himself a masterful, hilarious storyteller.

Johnson Cummins, Montreal Mirror

His weapon of choice is the accordion- “a big harmonica”, in his own words-which he uses to produce something closer to a consumptive wheeze than a Polish dance party,complimenting it with his morbid and strikingly imaginative lyrical wit.

Adrian Mack, The Tyee