Stranded like the rest of us in a world stopped cold by quarantine and social distancing, the girl who cut her teeth sneaking into Maryland and Jersey bars to sing with a Springsteen cover band at 16 years old, grew into a woman who’s distilled the roots of many genres into a sound that’s distinctly her own.
Rose understands the state of mind, the heart, the soles. It informs her wildly melodic, often shimmering melodies and a voice that’s equal parts Dusty Springfield and Annie Lennox.
As The New York Times proclaimed, “Maggie Rose is a sturdy heartbreaker...full of astute, aggrieved songwriting ... and attitude that even in the post-Miranda Lambert era feels knifelike.”
Bring your heart, raise your voice, speak truth to the moment and exult in the way songs move you from one emotion to the next, from frustration to exultation, stagnation to inspiration. Because beyond all the obvious music critic takedown on parts, tech specifics and existential signifiers, there’s this: Rose knows how to take music and help listeners fly.