“Olympia’s Oh, Rose has quietly become one of the best pop bands in the Pacific Northwest’s DIY scene, largely due to frontwoman Olivia Rose’s versatile vocals.”
Ever heard of the band KISS? How about Joni Mitchell? Ever been walking down a street and you pass by a neighbors rose garden and one reminds you of someone? So you reach out to pick it. But someone is screaming at you to get off their damn lawn so now you’re pulling, and the thorns are digging into your skin but the bloom is beautiful and who was it for, who was it for?In the four years since forming, Oh, Rose has toured the US three times, and provided support for both Future Islands and Reptar on the west coast. Their most recent release, Seven, garnered write-ups in Gold Flake Paint, Portland Mercury and Bandcamp Daily while their debut EP, That Do Now See, was praised in blogs The Needle Drop and Nerdist.
Jenny Besetzt does not shy away from a cathartic release. Just listen to the title tracks from their two full-length records—Only and Tender Madness—and it’s clear that the lean economy of their post-punk underpinnings is bursting with a poignant vulnerability. Maybe it’s the history of Romanticism encoded in vocalist John Wollaber’s DNA—he was born in Germany to an opera singer—that explains the band’s affinity to soften the sharper edges of their sound with cavernous vocals and dreamy synth arrangements.