Kendra Erika “I’m Nice Till I’m Not”

Erika’s latest shimmering release, “I’m Nice Till I’m Not,” harks back to a period steeped in drama and brushed with tension—a vehicle for transporting modern audiences to the glittering Golden Age of Hollywood. Capturing the tantalizing sensuality and buzzing excitement of the era, it’s as if the ghosts of a jazz ensemble lost to the Roaring 20s have returned for one final show—delivering a powerful one-two punch of class and sass. A jittering piano melody, echoing horns, and chilling whispers paint a vivid portrait of an underground hideaway where stealth, mystery, and romance flourish, paired perfectly with familiar twists of contemporary pop flair. As before, she invites viewers to hit the dance floor, only this time, with a track just as likely to have fans throwing their hands in the air as shuffling the Charleston—effortlessly blending musical styles separated by centuries. Like many stars of the time, those who had to give “their all or nothing at all,” Erika’s narrator swaggers and sways with a promiscuous flapper attitude. She may seem like a sweet, sensible, innocent girl on the surface, but step into her arena, and she will “bite just like a tiger”—surrendering to her addictive fantasies without a second thought.

Capo’s Restaurant and Speakeasy in Las Vegas—adorned with plush leather booths, eerie low ceilings, candle-lit crystal chandeliers, and even a secret entrance—is arguably the closest anyone can get to a true speakeasy in the modern day. Every detail revives an era of secrecy, a rare time when a simple night out carried the threat of real danger. So it’s only natural that in the middle of it all stands Erika, flaunting her eye-catching flapper dresses, loose pin curls, and bright red lips. She embodies the classic femme fatale, much like those brought to life in the cinematic features of the day. This alluring, mysterious woman could stand alongside unfiltered Hollywood heroines like Marlene Dietrich, Rita Hayworth, and Marilyn Monroe. She commands the room with an icy coolness, a polished composure, and seductive beauty, yet makes one thing crystal clear: one misstep could set the whole night ablaze, and there’s no telling what can happen when the claws come out.