About

RubyRubyRuby…

*Singer, Songwriter, Dr.Martens Model*

More than In-Your-Face Ruby Blu* manages to marry Urban grit, Indie querk and Folk lyricism easier than making babies in a nudist colony on aphrodisiac day! 

His profound song writing ability and ‘against-the-tide’ yet effortless individuality have created an unquestionable space for him in the music ‘Hall of Fame’. All this and he hasn’t even released an EP! 

What makes this young self professed ‘Cockney Indie Kid’ from East London one of the most relevant contributions to the world of music this Century? 

Ruby Blu* brings to the discerning ear a true interpretation of the human condition neatly packaged in vivid imagery, unforgettable (sometimes haunting) themes and ‘very London’ swagger tied together with an innocence that can only be found in music made by the truly inspired; those who have lived real life and have an actual story to tell.

It is near impossible to place Ruby Blu* in any box. He performs like a pro (“Has he been to stage school?”), yet has a humility and shy confidence about him in person that makes him a complete enigma (“Oh?! Then he’s a REAL boy!”). Accessibly androgynous in appearance and musical style, you can tell he is influenced by the essence of music itself and admits having an appreciation for a spectrum of artists including Tracy Chapman and Vampire Weekend. ‘Indie Soul’ is a term that crops up from time to time… Whatever. What does that even mean?

Regardless of your culinary tastes, your dress sense or elitist bigotry, you will secretly NEED to get on the Ruby Blu* ship before it sets sail – much like a ‘reformed’ addict NEEDS to ‘borrow’ your credit card and pin number for a 5am ‘experiment’ round the corner…just for a second. 

Yes Sirree Bob! Before you know it, you will be paddling alongside the Ruby Blu* ship in a cramped tub with the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker chanting along with everybody else the 10 strangely addictive words that resonate just a little too close to home…

‘I don’t like your new Boyfriend… No! No! No! No!’