There are two genre labels I detest: "singer-songwriter" and "americana". The former is so vague as to be totally useless. The latter encompasses such a wide range of ideas that it, too, is not particularly useful as a descriptor.

Nate Smith Some Kind of Dancing (self-released)

Nate Smith plays americana.

This set is a rumination on Smith's life (he seems to write about himself more than disguised characters) in the current times. The lead single is "A Girl Named America", which is about, well, the shithole our country seems to find itself in these days. It's a pretty straightforward rock piece. Other songs meander through roots doom that reminds me of 16 Horsepower (not quite Nick Cave) or more jangly bumpkin folk (you know, the kind with banjo and mandolin).

The disparate moods and sounds show off Smith's range. His voice isn't particularly supple, but it is wonderfully expressive. And if this album does one thing, it says things. Lots of things. Smith isn't shy about exploding his mind into his songs, and that personal feel to the lyrics makes a real connection.

Musically, Smith is pretty much finding whatever works with his lyrics. Often that comes off as hackneyed, but Smith has a deft touch with his arranging. He makes sure the fit is right. Given the topics and tone of this album, it's hard to say this is a joy. But Some Kind of Dancing packs a real punch.

Jon Worley