Ma'am - "Out The Window" - Vinyl LP
The future’s been thrown Out The Window, but that don’t mean the party’s over.
On their second full-length record, Ma’aM arrives—delivered by sound and spirit—brimming with ferocity and ragged glory. Araelia “Rose” Lopatic’s songwriting is as sharp-witted as it is catchy. Raucous choruses give way to clever verses, penned with an earthy clarity, and ultimately reveal an honest country-rocker steeped in tradition, but bold enough to know when to break from it.
Made with real, live, bleeding fingers, broken guitar strings—Ma’aM’s singular approach to country music takes form over thunderous floor toms, blaring memphis-style horns, and tube amps that might just explode by the end of the record. If there is justice in this world, these songs will blast in every ear-bud, car stereo, and dive bar, from the Pacific Coast Highway to Rockaway Beach. The band's beer-drenched patina belies a road-worn honesty and dares the listener to agree: there’s no substitute for the real thing.
The future’s been thrown Out The Window, but that don’t mean the party’s over.
On their second full-length record, Ma’aM arrives—delivered by sound and spirit—brimming with ferocity and ragged glory. Araelia “Rose” Lopatic’s songwriting is as sharp-witted as it is catchy. Raucous choruses give way to clever verses, penned with an earthy clarity, and ultimately reveal an honest country-rocker steeped in tradition, but bold enough to know when to break from it.
Made with real, live, bleeding fingers, broken guitar strings—Ma’aM’s singular approach to country music takes form over thunderous floor toms, blaring memphis-style horns, and tube amps that might just explode by the end of the record. If there is justice in this world, these songs will blast in every ear-bud, car stereo, and dive bar, from the Pacific Coast Highway to Rockaway Beach. The band's beer-drenched patina belies a road-worn honesty and dares the listener to agree: there’s no substitute for the real thing.
The future’s been thrown Out The Window, but that don’t mean the party’s over.
On their second full-length record, Ma’aM arrives—delivered by sound and spirit—brimming with ferocity and ragged glory. Araelia “Rose” Lopatic’s songwriting is as sharp-witted as it is catchy. Raucous choruses give way to clever verses, penned with an earthy clarity, and ultimately reveal an honest country-rocker steeped in tradition, but bold enough to know when to break from it.
Made with real, live, bleeding fingers, broken guitar strings—Ma’aM’s singular approach to country music takes form over thunderous floor toms, blaring memphis-style horns, and tube amps that might just explode by the end of the record. If there is justice in this world, these songs will blast in every ear-bud, car stereo, and dive bar, from the Pacific Coast Highway to Rockaway Beach. The band's beer-drenched patina belies a road-worn honesty and dares the listener to agree: there’s no substitute for the real thing.
