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“I used to think songs had to be grand,” Rosie says over a grainy Zoom call, her vintage flannel hanging off one shoulder. “Then I realized the most devastating thing you can say is just, ‘You said forever, but you meant next Tuesday.’ ”

Her stage presence is volcanic. During a recent performance of her track “Spite,” she dismantled her own drum kit mid-song, handed the snare to a fan, and finished the track using only a broken cymbal and a megaphone. The audience wept and moshed in equal measure. emma rosie, demi hawks

Demi Hawks, meanwhile, is writing a short film and scoring a BBC drama about queer joy in the 1980s coal miners’ strikes. “Songs are too small a container for me now,” she says. “I want to build worlds.” “I used to think songs had to be

In an era where streaming algorithms often dictate taste, the quiet revolution happening in the corners of Bandcamp and sold-out intimate club shows feels almost sacred. At the heart of this movement are two women who have never met—yet whose careers mirror each other with uncanny symmetry: Emma Rosie and Demi Hawks . The audience wept and moshed in equal measure