Genre: Indie / Rock
As she explodes onto the stage in front of you, a few things happen. First, her voice cuts through everything in the room, including whatever baggage you carried in from the day, and grabs you from the inside out. Your defenses are dropping and youʼre tickled by your own unrecognizable vulnerability. The thing is, youʼve never seen someone sing from every cell in their body and it changes your own chemistry for a moment. And before she gets to the first damn chorus, youʼre dumbstruck with epiphany…
“If she can galvanize every atom of her apparatus to be bigger than her body, even if for one note, why canʼt I?”
And just like that, you are empowered. And whatʼs better, you never expected it would feel this fun. Lauren Ruth Ward could hide behind a guitar or a piano and whisper her clever, personal lyrics and it would devastate audiences. Thankfully, for our enjoyment, she is instead a tie-dye bomb of energy and emotion. Sheʼll grab your face and scream away your sweaty assumptions and then fall to your knees and beg for the mercy that is owed to any female for simply existing as a woman. And when you find yourself down on your knees repenting, sheʼll grab you by your choker necklace with her banshee, vibrato howl and pull you back off the ground again.
Just like that, seeing anyone else sing will never be quite the same.
Purpose is a lofty proposition these days, with everyone doing and being everything. But there is something oddly comforting when we see that someone was put on Earth to do something. The gods and the angels of Rock nʼ Roll alike are thanking the heavens or whatever else it is theyʼve grown accustomed to for Lauren Ruth Ward. And hey, if the chimera in one fanboyʼs testimony is too much, thereʼs throngs of fans from Echo Park to Italy that will gladly give you theirs. Just get used to the whole ‘wild obsession thingʼ. It comes hand and hand with humans that have seen LRW sing.