by Silke Hartung

Mixtape: Rosina & The Weavers

by Silke Hartung

Mixtape: Rosina & The Weavers

Hailing from fast urbanising Tāmaki Makaurau suburb Pukekohe, Rosina & The Weavers describe themselves as a “kind’a-rock band”, which is rather selling their produce short. The five-piece showcase a much more diverse sound, skilfully dancing around the rock spectrum with a little bit of psychedelia here, a dash of funk there, strands of pop, folk, cabaret and country for good measure, all performed in fine voice.

On the album, Rosina & The Weavers are Rose Carpenter (vocals, guitar), Matt Collins (guitar), Nicho Lewis on the drums, Brady Cronin on keys, and Blair Anderson on bass. As a way of introducing themselves they’ve created one fine playlist, carefully picked from their own rich fields of sound for your listening pleasure, including a peppering of tracks from their dynamic first album, ‘Hitching The Starlight Highway’. An introduction to their fertile selection is included below.

Paselode: Be Gone

Blair: One time a nice young man made me a pivotal cup of tea during a particularly vicious hangover. I later learned that he played keys in this band and that they were very good. Thanks again, Luke. I hope you’re well.

Anthonie TonnonMataura Paper Mill

Matt: This is an amazing track from an artist who just keeps getting better and better. I had the fortune to know Anthonie briefly during our time in Dunedin. He was part of the scene doing rad stuff when I first moved there and had some wonderfully obscure music from that era as well.

Blam Blam Blam: There Is No Depression in New Zealand

Rosina: I was working in Pōneke as a bus driver when I first heard this song. It managed to strike such a chord (pun intended) for me with its wry lyrics, sharp introspection and dark humour. A Kiwi song at its very best. Also, I simply love a drummer who sings!

Rosina & The Weavers: Bowie In The Bathtub

This is one of our favourite tracks from our album and is being released on 7” vinyl at some point soon… It’s a trippy track, drawing you in with dreamy slide guitar before hitting you in the chorus with something altogether choppier. The lyrics swirl in quintessentially odd Bowie-esque fashion.

We wanted to show you the music video (created by the incredible Dan Graham) because it is an absolute feast for the eyes.