TOM A. SMITH'S "FASHION" IS A FIERY INDIE ROCK BLAST OF RAW ENERGY AND ATTITUDE

Tom A. Smith’s latest single, “Fashion,” demands to be played loud, and then louder. Crank it to max voltage and let it rip. At just 18 years old, Smith sounds like he’s been through the circuit a few times already, soaking in every ounce of swagger, sarcasm, and sweat-soaked cool that defines the jaded underground scenes he seems to both love and critique. He’s got the chops of someone twice his age and the instincts of someone born for the stage.

Smith delivers “Fashion” with a raw, gruff vocal style that drips with English attitude, gritty, passionate, and just the right amount of pissed off. He doesn’t just sing the lyrics, he spits them, like he’s got something to prove and no time to waste. There’s a confidence here that borders on cocky, but it’s earned.

Musically, the track is a runaway train—hook-heavy, tightly coiled, and bursting at the seams with energy. The guitars are on fire, snarling through the mix with razor-sharp riffs, while the rhythm section pounds away relentlessly, driving the song forward like a sweaty stampede. The entire thing feels like it was built to detonate on a packed club floor.

“Fashion” is more than just catchy, it’s a full-on blast of indie rock adrenaline, designed to stick in your head and stay there. It’s the kind of song you hear once and instantly want to play again, preferably with the windows down and the volume up. Tom A. Smith isn’t just arriving, he’s kicking the damn door down.