ALBUM REVIEW: Ethel Cain – Perverts
If you love me, keep it to yourself.
If you love me, keep it to yourself.
Drum blues.
Peek through cyclone and hurricane
As above perhaps so below.
I will leave my gifts like lichen over the oak branches.
The noise of harmony and the harmony of noise.
We get pruned / Before we can behold / The fruit that is our offering
Greyscale terror.