Jemma's most recent album “My Darkest Hour” is a forensic examination of manipulation and subterfuge. We live in a world that primarily focuses inward, deliberating on the facile and superficial, not Jemma Nicole . With her guitar slung across her shoulders like a bad ass bandoleer Jemma Nicole's “My Darkest Hour” is record that takes a monumental detour from the usual unbridled self gratification that is modern pop culture. Here's a woman that is in possession of stunning musical prowess and intellect,as well as an excruciating self awareness, all utilised to analyse the not so perfect. Jemma creates music with a force of thought rarely heard in today's music world, her songwriting captures the forlorn and broken while insight-fully cataloguing the determined and hopeful, it's a true examination of the soul. Jemma is no distant observer, she's dug in like an Alabama tick, documenting in aching detail a world of guilt, love, grief and regret. Jemma's work captures life's messy hinge points with a rare candour, fondly recalling troubled times in a whimsically warped, unapologetic tone. Jemma doesn't let her life flash by she catalogues beautifully that pain can take an ice age to thaw. The only thing that happens quickly in Jemma's life is her sprint towards sin. Here's is a woman that deals in fact not fantasy. Her music is world weary poetry, equal parts sublime misery,mixed with a flourishing beauty, morbidly optimistic with cautionary tales of a young and impressive life, lived without fear or favour.