Rozemary crawled out of the Wirral with nothing but noise, nerve, and a name that sticks like blood on denim. In this episode, they tear through their origin story—no fairy tales, just busted amps, basement gigs, and the bands that lit the fuse. It’s a loud love letter to the Wirral’s underground scene: scrappy, strange, and finally waking up. If you’re into feedback, fury, and the kind of honesty that doesn’t flinch, this one hits hard.
