Western Maryland is kind of a black hole when it comes to music. It is often passed by because of the lack of big cities. Yeah, you are close (Relatively) to Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and D.C. but, thanks to the interstates, it is very easy to pass by. Because of the aforementioned reasons, bands have a hard time getting any exposure. If you want exposure, you have to travel to a city and that trip can, litterlly, break a band.
Well, some bands can and have done it (ex. Trunkweed, Wish List, ext.) and I am pretty sure you can add another band to that list.
All the way out in the small college town of Frostburg, MD is a band that goes by the name of Golf of Mexico. Yes, Golf, like the sport. What a pain it can be searching for them on the internet because of obvious reasons. To their credit though, it is a name that begs you to check them out and you should do that.
GOM is a surf-rocky kinda psychedelic- garage sounds group who makes you feel like you are listening to (big comparison coming, I know) the millennial Beach Boys. These guys are pretty young, not too far removed from High School but, you wouldn’t know that just by listening to them. GOM sounds like they have been honing their craft for like 20 years or something. They are tight and technical. You can’t help but bop and sway around when you listen to them. The guitar playing of Sam DiMartino mixed with the smooth percussion of Ethan Romaine really brings the sound together behind vocalist Will DiNola and bassist John Rossi.
Let me go back to their youth for a second. The first time I saw them was at a standard house show with none-other than Darwin Deez up in Frostburg. As I drove up there, I contemplated picking up my normal house show 6-pack. I decided not to and got to the house and walked in. As I entered, I noticed it was packed and I regretted not getting that beer but, I VERY quickly changed that opinion when I noticed I was the oldest person there by about 8 years. Yikes. Never thought I’d be the old guy at the show.
Anyways, they started and It was perfect. No technical mishaps, no notes missed. Just an all around solid beach-pop show in a living room on the side of a mountain in far Western Maryland.
Golf of Mexico has a legit chance of getting pretty big and I sure hope they do. I wouldn’t mind catching them
somewhere in Baltimore/Pittsburgh/D.C. anywhere where I’m not the old man in the room.
*joke falls flat*
Check them out: Golf of Mexico