André Smit

2008-06-03 17:08
It’s plain to the ear that young Smit has grown up on a diet of Gé and Bles, but at least the embarassing backtracks have been upgraded to sweeping synthesiser mood palettes, far less likely to rub you up the wrong way.

Next time round, Mr. Smit must take care not to stumble into that old gospel crossover pitfall: switching the “you” pronoun between God and some rooirok bokkie. His first song, “Maak My” adresses some vague non-denomonational higher entity, his fourth, “My hart bly altyd joune” is a patriotic ode to the majestic South African landscape personified, and the rest of the material was written for his endless list of buxom muses, presumably. It’s all “you this, you that” but no mention of gender or the ability to hurl lighting bolts from the air. Call me an idiot, but that’s confusing.
He makes a few plucky detours into the English language, stopping at Chris De Burghsville for “Lonely Sky” and covering Air Supply’s “Come What May” as revived in the movie Moulin Rouge.

Smit knows his way around a plodding ballad but what I would like to see more of is a bit of spanish guitar accompaniment to vary his game a little bit. If Smit is to move forward as a singer, he needs to make a bee for some more adventurous material.

So, André Smit has staked his claim to Bles and Gé’s legacy. Who else wants the throne?

- Niel Bekker
Every volk needs its Josh Groban. André Smit may not be The One, but for now he can croon away atop the mega mountain that is Afrikaans contemporary male solo singing without challenge.

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