Funny, then, that hardly any of this attitude seeps into his raw and anthemic techno, house and acid. Listen to Actress, for example, and you'll hear a clouded mind, full of doubt. Listen to "Here's Your Trance, Now Dance" and you'll simply be moved to dance. The only time I feel uneasy over the course of It Can Be Done is during "Look Hear Watch," which features an extended porno clip over its downtempo beat for a very long five plus minutes. After Omar wipes things down with an interlude, "I Come Over," the album begins again in earnest with acid bounce ("Ganymede"), wispy keyboard work ("You Wish") and a rework of a previously released tune ("Over You Too").
The secret to Smith's best work is the mix of the raw and the beautiful. The smushed hats and clattering percussion is a perfect foil for the melodies and harmonies that float through "Here's Your Trance." The same was true of "Psychotic Photosynthesis." You almost don't notice it when you hear it—instead focusing on the indelible joy—but take away those unpolished aspects and you have…well…trance. Even his most subdued tracks, like the understated "Nite's Over Compton," has a hook to hold onto.
Looking at his discography over the past few years, it's almost impossible to compare Smith's strike rate to anyone working in house and techno. Redshape, Shed, Kyle Hall and a few others come to mind, but no one with the same amount of tracks to their name. This is, of course, largely due to the fact that he runs his own label and can put out as much material as he likes. It Can Be Done But Only I Can Do further proves that he's right to do so. There's not a bad track on this thing, and quite a few great ones.