Bad brained and buck-toothed, The Smith Westerns’ romance is a roughed up one – these are drooling and delinquent, daughter-bothering barn dance burners for bad kids and house bored, book bound babes. Nicotine yellowed and up to no good, “Just Give Me Some Time” is irresistable in its fuzzy-faced brattiness. As far as chat-up lines go, the gasoline cologned lear of “I wanna take you out, come on baby let’s just make out” is probably about as far from the blushing red conventional idea of glossy magazine romance as its possible to get, but there’s something about the blissed out guitars that swoon around it that make it seem less a crotch-cupping backseat entreaty and more a genuinely amorous approach – albeit one to instill fear in the chest of fathers everywhere all the same. Smith Westerns, we’ve got nothing but love for you baby.

The Smith Westerns – Give Me Some Time