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“If Tina Turner and Little Richard had a daughter and raised her with the help of uncles James Brown and Chuck Berry, she’d be like Nikki Hill.” — Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Channels such rhythm and blues greats as LaVern Baker, Etta James and Ruth Brown–with a little Sam Cooke and Solomon Burke thrown in for good measure. Hill is the real deal…steeped in gospel and soul, wrapped up in a punk rock DIY ethic.” — Time Out Los Angeles
In October, the North Carolina-bred and New Orleans-based Nikki Hill released her new album, Heavy Hearts, Hard Fists, via Deep Fryed Records. Buoyed by her band’s roaring boogie that’s equal parts Staple Singers and AC/DC, the new album sees Nikki exude a self-assured swagger as her fiery rasp preaches the rock & roll gospel: late nights, hot licks, and intoxicating love.
Raised in the church choir and steeped in R&B and garage-rock rumble, Nikki Hill is a spitfire with the soul-drenched voice of Etta James and the tattooed, beehived-hair aura of Cramps’ guitarist Poison Ivy. Heavy Hearts, Hard Fists is a showcase for Nikki’s unfettered versatility, whether it’s the debauched bluster of “Struttin’”, the Stonesy barn-burning blues of “(Let Me Tell You ‘Bout) LUV”, or the touching soul ballad “Nothin’ With You”.
Just a couple years ago, Nikki Hill was a bartender with an affinity for punk and a deep love for classic R&B. At her husband (and now guitar-player) Matt Hill’s behest, she stepped out from behind the bar and onto the stage. The response has been ecstatic, and now the band tours the globe relentlessly, stunning audiences with their muscular sound, Matt’s volcanic leads, and, of course, Nikki’s inimitable charisma.
“The fast-rising, hard-charging, 20-something, North Carolina born-and-bred singer Nikki Hill has more than earned her evocative “Southern Fireball” moniker.” — LA Weekly
“Hill is a petite powerhouse, with a booming voice that is as sweet and luscious as it is gritty and raw.”— Portland Monthly
“A rich, sultry voice…weaned on the church choir and burnished by an enthusiast’s love of good music.”— Indy Week