Sam Smith: Gloria Album Review

It’s awards season, so I’d like to nominate Sam Smith for 2022’s Best Celebrity Cameo in a Magazine Profile. The publication was New York Magazine; the subject was Joel Kim Booster, the writer and star of last year’s tender-hearted Pride and Prejudice flip Fire Island. Booster and his friends are returning home from a Silver Lake gay bar when he ducks into the bathroom and emerges to announce, “Sam Smith is coming.” Smith is introduced to the reader as “the first gay person to think they were the first gay person to win an Oscar during an acceptance speech,” and upon their arrival, they tell the party about their plans to visit Anne Boleyn’s grave at the Tower of London as a little birthday treat. This unexpected appearance in Booster’s world also articulates Smith’s strange blend of genuine trailblazing and cultural conservatism. They’re a proud, unapologetic non-binary pop star and an old soul with a taste for the maudlin. Who else would “stick up for the girls of English history” while partying with queer Hollywood royalty?

You can hear both the freedom and the fustiness on Gloria, an album that feels assertive and diverse when held up against a career that’s hewed so closely to pop’s middle of the road. Smith has described Gloria as being defined by “emotional, sexual, and spiritual liberation,” and if you’ve followed Smith for the last decade, you understand this kind of unrepentant self-love has been hard-won. The histrionic powerhouse who once begged a one-night stand to stick around has transformed into a playful lover and a student of queer history, sampling RuPaul,  Divine, Paris Is Burning, and soundbites from early Pride parades. But these authentic expressions of self share space with a closing track that’s basically Ed Sheeran’s “Same Love,” and that’s the puzzle of their career: Smith’s taste level and writing haven’t kept pace with their comfort in their own skin. 

Gloria does offer plenty of the one fundamental pleasure you can expect on any Sam Smith album: the thrill of a gifted vocalist exploring and subverting their material on a phrase-by-phrase basis. Here it’s the confidence of Smith’s delivery that place the album into a slightly higher echelon within their catalog. Sometimes it’s a chorus or a verse that knocks you back on your heels: the graceful, fluid runs closing out the subdued “No God,” or the viscous and husky pre-chorus on single “Gimme.” In other spots, you’re given the same jolt you might feel hearing a singer like Adele turn her talents to lovers’ rock or chanson: “Who knew they could do that?” Gloria flips between hyperpop, country, dancehall, disco, 2-step, and intimate, Kehlani-esque R&B, though the range covered by the material ends up more notable than any sparkling example of genre tourism.