“Cue the Applause, Cue the Ache: Ava Valianti Nails the Inner Monologue”

Ava Valianti’s Laugh Track doesn’t just play like a song—it feels like a scene from the kind of show you don’t know whether to binge or cry through. With her trademark blend of gut-punch lyricism and indie-pop finesse, Ava serves us a mirror framed in neon sitcom lights, daring us to laugh, wince, and relate—all at once.

Right from the first line, there’s a chill—like someone just dimmed the lights on your own mental stage. It’s sharp, self-aware, and beautifully uncomfortable. Ava takes the mic with the poise of Olivia Rodrigo and the dreamy ache of Lana Del Rey, yet her voice—clear, defiant, quietly unraveling—is unmistakably her own. The production is slick but never overdone, letting the lyrics breathe and sting: “Am I in control of my own story, or just playing a part?” Oof. That line doesn’t just hit—it lingers.

Drawing on pop culture ghosts like Ted Mosby and The Truman Show, Ava gives voice to the quiet existential comedy we’re all living. The song isn’t just a performance; it’s a confrontation with the performance of life itself.

This isn’t background music. Laugh Track demands to be heard—and more than that, it makes you feel seen. It’s a therapy session wrapped in melody and melancholy, and it proves Ava Valianti isn’t just rising—she’s arriving.