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After a year since my last review of Ethel Cain and the wonderful and terrifying Perverts, I return—almost six months after the release of her new project—to write about it: the beautiful, tragic, and nostalgic Willoughby Tucker, I Always Love You. Returning to this universe doesn’t feel like a casual revisit, but rather like going back to a place loaded with memories, open wounds, and an uncomfortable familiarity that only certain records are able to build over time.

I will ... read more

Ten years ago, on August 28, what many considered the most cringe album of 2015 was released. And yet, for some strange but undeniable reason, it became a classic for a generation of teenagers who were simply looking for a place to feel understood, a space they could call “home.”

I don’t clearly remember the first time I listened to Badlands, but I do remember how its rhythms slowly filtered into my life, leaving traces on my younger self. Those cold afternoons, waiting for ... read more

I’ve spent ten minutes trying to figure out how to start this, and it’s not because I don’t know what to say, but because of everything I could say. In the attempt to put those thoughts into words, they collapse before they make it out, and everything resets.

To be honest, anything I write about this album or this artist is going to feel conditioned. Don’t get me wrong: there’s a genuine interest in me for her and her art. In just two days, I listened to her last ... read more

this album is fucking crazy