"Indian Jewelry plays the kind of music I want to hear in my head during sex, invoking visions of wild animals-a lunging cobra, a snarling mountain lion-and erupting volcanoes. Mortal coil be damned! It was a full-on spiritual ascension, a powwow hosted by the kind of people you don't want to fuck with-the kind of people who make me think bands are cool again." Liz Armstrong, Chicago Reader, 2005.