White Silas -ethel Cain- Rabid -nicole Dollan... (2024)

If Ethel is the funeral, Nicole is the crime scene photographer. “Rabid” is delicate, fingerpicked, and utterly disturbing—like a lullaby sung by a character from Gummo . Her lyrics are literal, graphic, and uncomfortably tender (“I’ll be your dog / I’ll be your rabid pet”). Where Ethel builds cathedrals of pain, Nicole whispers her horrors into a tape recorder in a moldy bedroom.

(Loses half a star only because you’ll need a Xanax and a shower afterward.) Would you like a track-by-track comparison or a playlist built around these three? WHITE SILAS -ETHEL CAIN- RABID -NICOLE DOLLAN...

feels like the pre-lude to a nightmare. It’s sparse, religiously haunted, and dripping with the kind of lethargy that comes after running barefoot from a crime scene. Think abandoned churches, sticky floorboards, and a voice that sounds like it’s singing from the bottom of a well. It’s not catchy—it’s cathartic in the way dry heaving is. If Ethel is the funeral, Nicole is the