Maeve

Alessandra Rose is blessed with an instrument of penetrating grace, her voice a siren song wrapped in silk and incense. Bright as a brass bell and edged with a warm glow of whiskey and woodsmoke, it is resonant, radiant, and absolutely hair-raising. On her new LP RODEOMOTHH (out 10/20), Rose has built a work of expansive, beguiling, psych-tinged anthemic rock Its an anagram of motherhood explains Rose. Every song tells a part of my journey of being a mother. Regardless of gender or parental status, these songs of unrestrained loving, free of consequence, speak to the soul. Indeed, the tales of falling in love and the work it takes to maintain that, of the pure joy of new life and the tearing sadness of life lost, are deeply, universally, human.