ZZ Ward didn’t have to look far for inspiration on her second full-length album, 2017’s The Storm. Equally evocative of blues grit and hip-hop bounce, the Los Angeles-based vocal powerhouse and multi-instrumentalist leapt forward by taking a deeper look at some of her earliest inspirations—including Howlin’ Wolf, Robert Johnson, and Vera Ward Hall and Big Mama Thornton.
“For me, this album wasn’t really about experimenting,” she admits. “It was more about simplicity, honing in on what I love about music and what makes me who I am as an artist. Growing up, I listened to a lot of hip-hop and blues, and I love those two genres so much. Sometimes, to evolve you don’t need to go outside of yourself; you can reach further inside of yourself instead.”
ZZ Ward has roots in rural Oregon, but her accomplishments have led her far beyond that. She burst onto the scene in early 2012 with an eclectic mixtape, Eleven Roses, setting the tone for her unique blues-meets-hip-hop artistry and the reaction was palpable. ZZ’s debut album, Til The Casket Drops, featuring guests Kendrick Lamar, Fitz of Fitz and the Tantrums, and Freddie Gibbs, further solidified her musical artistry and songwriting prowess.
Live ZZ’s smoky vocals and deliberate, varied arrangements make her one not to miss. Last year, she toured with Fitz and the Tantrums, Grace Potter, Gary Clark, Jr. and Allen Stone and this year launched multiple near sell-out U.S. headline tours.
Appearances on The Tonight Show, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Conan, , VH1’s Big Morning Buzz Live, Good Morning America, The View and Last Call with Carson Daly have kept her in the public eye, while her current single, “365 Days” is quickly rising at multiple radio formats. Ward’s songs have also been featured on Nashville, The Voice, Pretty Little Liars, The Good Wife, The Client List, Awkward, Mob Wives and prominently in the feature film We're The Millers.
The story behind the band Grizfolk unfolds like a richly episodic Beat novel: it's a collection of vignettes that give way to one another with ease; their songs like chapters in a traveler's cherished diary, suspended in time and space above an aural landscape of blue-collar romanticism and electro-inflected folk-rock.
Their songs speak of dusty deserts and the vagabonds that inhabit
them, mixing America's country music heritage with that of an
electro-pop persuasion: It's where folklore meets four-on-the-floor;
where tumbleweeds meet turntables. Songs that sound both futurist and revivalist at once; fashioned from a casually-indefinable collage of synth-pop squelches, junkyard percussion, undeniably catchy hooks and boot-stomping guitar lines.
The O'My's are a band of scoundrels and hooligans holding down Rock'n'Soul for the windy city. They will not be stopped and are taking all of the booty. "Free your mind and your ass will follow" -Dr Funkenstein