An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Nite Jewel.
Nite Jewel floats in a sorcerous space of her own making, witch master of an ice palace resting under the white hand of a terrible albino giant. Every hall glitters with the glamour of a thousand diamonds, sparkles in the eyes of dead kings that willed this to her. The Kamera Song, a cover version…
What links and binds all the music that’s dazzled and dazed us and forced us like an unseen entity to fall to our knees in wide eyed rapture like wailers in a temple, is that no matter how abstract and dizzying so much of this stuff appears to be on the surface of things, ultimately…
Nite Jewel hails from the stratospherical miasma that floats over, and sometimes through, the citadels of Los Angeles, covering all she touches in a shimmering film of glittering beauty that cascades in droves across the tundras of the ecotone, where chrome wolves slink along the edges of the city to snatch away stray victims, sinking…