White Silas -ethel Cain- Rabid -nicole Dollan... May 2026

(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?

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. WHITE SILAS -ETHEL CAIN- RABID -NICOLE DOLLAN...

Here’s a review based on the aesthetic and emotional overlap of (a fan or early demo reference often tied to Ethel Cain’s work), Ethel Cain ’s Preacher’s Daughter , “Rabid” by Nicole Dollanganger, and the broader Nicole Dollanganger discography. Review: The Bleeding-Hearted, Southern Gothic Trilogy of Frailty If you’re stringing together White Silas , Ethel Cain , and Nicole Dollanganger’s “Rabid,” you’re not just listening to music—you’re dissecting a corpse in a sun-bleached trailer park while a choir hums off-key in the distance. This is the sonic equivalent of a slow, drowning panic attack in a humid American summer. (Loses half a star only because you’ll need

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. Think abandoned churches, sticky floorboards, and a voice