“The speed of Macromantics’ rise continues with the momentum of a boulder in an Indiana Jones film. Inevitable. Rappin’ Romy ragin’ is definitely one to watch as she brings her honest, hook-hop to the ears of all who give a damn about artists shoving the envelope forward. Scorch is white-hot” - Mikey Cahill, Inpress
"Macromanitcs delivers on a whole new level for Australian beats and rhymes." - Beat
"All hail the princess of Australian beats and rhymes!" - Inpress
"Macro flow hazardous health hell rambles, spit so hot that what - it melts candles!" - Macromantics
Macromantics hails (damage) from a madame's died corpse by a samurai's thought. An absurdist wordsmith of sorts, or a hip-hop heroine who shoots up pop culture, self reflections and societal/media zeitgeists that verbally nod off to beats. Sometimes, like many artists, Macro eerily spookily thinks that she is simply the medium for the message, like she didn't really write her writings, they were already written and she was just assigned the duty of spitting them, but that's just garbage. Plus, she doesn't even like baseball.
She resides in Sydney, Australia but traverses back and forth to America to love, perform and record, and spend all her money on music.
She is the girl with hair gelled back, in jeans and t-shirt or shirt sporting canvas shoes with rhymes so snappy they make the crocodile hunter scared.
Some describe her as (insert adjective here) but you can just prescribe her tea and dumplings.
