Ethel Cain’s ninety minute plunge into drone, noise and slowcore, a study of shame, desire and the body made to be sat inside rather than sung along to.
The record opens on a warped recording of Nearer, My God, to Thee, the hymn sung as if from another room, then lets it decay into static and drone. A prayer left running until it stops sounding like comfort.
Read lyrics and notesThe lead single, a slow piano dirge sung barely above a whisper, and the closest thing here to a song from the records around it. Shame studied at close range, punishment and love folded into the same gesture.
Read lyrics and notesThirteen minutes of noise with a voice buried inside it, repeating its devotion until the words stop behaving like language. Love as static, tenderness that starts to read as threat.
Read lyrics and notesThe record at its warmest, a slow, heavy love song about wanting to be held and fearing what follows. Closeness offered and flinched from in the same breath.
Read lyrics and notesDesire turned back on itself, the wanting body examined without flinching. It asks what worship is worth when you are the only one at the altar.
Read lyrics and notesFifteen minutes of raw, keening drone beneath a spoken litany, the long dark centre of the record. Less a song than an ordeal, and meant as one.
Read lyrics and notesA clearing after the drone, tape hiss and gentle guitar with a voice speaking low underneath. The record’s one soft touch, offered like an apology.
Read lyrics and notesVoices massed into a slow, hovering choir over drone. Grief and awe held at the same low frequency.
Read moreThe long exhale of a closer, hazy and half lit, its title tilting the anthem’s amber waves of grain toward something bruised. The record ends not saved but still breathing.
Read lyrics and notesPerverts is Ethel Cain’s first long form release after Preacher’s Daughter, released January 8, 2025 on Daughters of Cain Records. It steps outside the Alabama saga entirely, trading heartland songwriting for drone, dark ambient, noise and slowcore across nine tracks and nearly ninety minutes.
Its subject is the body and its shames, desire, self pleasure, the ache to be wanted and the fear of being seen. It is her bleakest record and her most demanding, music built like a room you sit in with the lights off, and the clearest sign that the project answers to no one’s expectations.


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