ETHEL CAIN CONFIRMS NEW PROJECT PERVERTS SET FOR RELEASE JANUARY 8, 2025 “PUNISH” DEBUTS TODAY WITH MUSIC VIDEO Photo credit Silken Weinberg; “Punish” debuts today—listen here and watch the music video, directed by Cain and Silken Weinberg, here. “I wonder how deep shame can run, and how unforgivable an act could be that I may still justify it in some bent way to make carrying it more bearable,” says Cain. “Would I tell myself it’s not my fault and I couldn’t help myself? Would anyone truly believe that? Would I?” Cain’s first body of work since her groundbreaking debut album Preacher’s Daughter, the 90 minutes of music on Perverts explores Cain’s furthest afield inspirations and sonic negative space, mining drone, noise, slowcore, ambient and beyond. Cain wrote, produced and recorded the project between Coraopolis, PA and Tallahassee, FL over the past year. Cain writes of the project: The Consequence of Audience As I went there through the long, long wood, I felt no-thing and I was no-thing and I was at ease. The grey ash trees and their mottled plumage were as one with each other, curving and branching to form a ceiling overhead. There was wide separation between trunks, creating vast corridors stretching off in all directions before me, behind me, all around me. O, what praise I could sing of that never-ending dusk fall I spent between those oaks! None came with me, none came upon me, for I was alone and I was at ease. Yet came the day the trees broke, the corridor ended, and I was thrust upon the rocky expanse that was the Great Dark. There I saw first face and heard footstep, few and far between, but I was no longer alone. It was a shameful deed to carry these two naked hands as they clenched hotly, now in full display for all to see. I had never noticed them in the wood, for I was at ease. Here, the taut skin seemed to stretch and sweat, almost glowing, as if exasperated of their own grip. For as I wandered the Great Dark, there was not but grey, barren rock as far as any eye could see. It did make a passerby out of an observer. I saw them trudge by, fingers dipped into their open mouths desperate for wetness, the lolled tongue. There, in the wood, I was the watcher, but here I am nothing but displacing air. Yet, within the smothering toil of my apathy, I had heard the bell. Murmur of God between their slick, bent fingers ruffled the hair on the back of my neck. My muscles groaned against the weight of the skin around them, aching to be set loose. All at once, I saw, from where I stood, there rose a great dome atop a hill on the horizon before me. Yes, I saw it there with mine own two eyes! The white exterior peered at me with flat orifices obscured through the mist, barely distinguishable from the dark sky behind it, as though all the world beyond the dome was cut from the same slab, only slightly effaced. The convex roof sat atop a disk, held up by great ionic pillars circling the temple. Steps radiated out and down the slope, like ripples in a pond escaping a dropped stone. It was greater than life, greater than the wood, greater than all else which filled this dark, and my gullible delight was that it was all mine. Yes, all mine! One could follow me to it but they could not follow me in. My hands stretched outwards with an audible cracking in the bone as I crept forward there. I could not tell you the rest. I would not even attempt, for it would change no-thing. To know if I did go completely naked into the theater of the divine. If I did need for no-thing, want for no-thing. If I was then full to the brim, cylindrical pull slid through my gaping jaw into my endless throat. If I saw it there, shimmering through the veil like pearlescent oil over crystal water. If it heard me singing with every atom that formed me, through every orifice and wound I had, polytonal in my begging for it to complete me with the fifth. If it looked into me, saw how I needed to know what God knows and to be with him. If it spoke back to me in flat dissonance, “how couldn’t ye?” It would be of no good to speak these things to you. In what way I was still returned to the ground, even if beneath it, intact with my puerile need to repeat my-self and my mistakes. Who would not climb the wall for a peer over the edge? The cautionary tale is the fool’s errand, and I am no fool. I am as my hands are; twisting in on themselves and bursting at the seams. I can-not contain the ache for sensation, just as I could not contain the grief as I fell, nor the agony as I crawled my way back to this rocky countryside, and lo! I am on my way there again now. I am, I am, I am! But I will not tell you the visceral details, as you already know them. You all do. It’s happening to every-body. Ethel Cain is the creation of Florida-born multidisciplinary artist Hayden Anhedönia. After years spent teaching herself to produce at home in the Florida panhandle and releasing various projects, Cain moved to Indiana and singlehandedly wrote, produced and mixed her acclaimed 2021 EP Inbred from the basement of the old church where she lived. Cain’s debut album Preacher’s Daughter, a multimedia work that took more than four years to assemble, was released in May 2022 to praise from The New York Times, NPR, Vogue, W Magazine, V Magazine and more, with many critics naming the album one of the best of the year. Cain has spent the years since playing sold out shows and packed festival sets around the world; walking in New York and Paris fashion weeks and collaborating with Givenchy, Miu Miu and Calvin Klein; and collaborating and sharing stages with Florence + the Machine, Mitski and more. “Punish” single artwork. Artwork by Ethel Cain, photo credit Silken Weinberg; |
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Ethel Cain confirms new project Perverts due 1/8, "Punish" debuts today with video
TEHYA RELEASES “TRAP DOOR” ON NEON GOLD RECORDS, AT THE START OF NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE MONTH
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SHEER MAG Release NPR Tiny Desk Concert. Touring 2025 w/ Amyl and the Sniffers
SHEER MAG RELEASE NPR TINY DESK CONCERT - WATCH
TOURING 2025 WITH AMYL AND THE SNIFFERS
PLAYING FAVORITES OUT NOW ON THIRD MAN RECORDS
Photo By Elizabeth Gillis / NPR
Sheer Mag swung by NPR headquarters this fall to play their classic hits “Nobody’s Baby”, “Steel Sharpens Steel”, “Need To Feel Your Love”, “Fan The Flames” and this year’s “Don’t Come Lookin’” off their highly lauded album and Third Man debut, Playing Favorites. Watch as the Philly five deliver a powerful performance including a show stopping collaboration with local bagpipe player, Tim Carey.
For over a decade now, Sheer Mag have labored to carve out a discernibly singular position within the canon of contemporary rock - their sound is unmistakably and immediately recognizable as theirs alone. Playing Favorites is a devotion to their own collective spirit—a spirit refined in both the sweaty trenches of punk warehouses and the glamour of concert halls—emerging with a dense work of gripping emotions, massive hooks and masterfully constructed power-pop anthems all lead by frontwoman Tina Halladay’s earth shattering vocals.
Following extensive worldwide touring in support of Playing Favorites, Sheer Mag hit the road next March, April, May supporting Amyl and the Sniffers. See below for a full list of dates, tickets and more.
Praise For Playing Favorites:
“It’s always playful, it’s always really fun…A lot of these songs are just so, so catchy” NPR
"no one sounds like this" The New York Times
“‘Playing Favorites’ has some of catchiest street-rock they’ve ever put on record, all driven home by powerhouse singer Tina Halladay, who balances toughness and empathy in a way that would make both D. Boon and Phil Lynott proud. The Philly band stretches out in less expected ways too, like the disco-rock highlight “All Lined Up.” Rolling Stone
“[Sheer Mag] knows well the virtues of short, punchy, effective songs that seem designed for a corner bar’s jukebox. The band’s singer, Tina Halladay, shines on ‘Playing Favorites’” The Wall Street Journal
“euphoric expansion by one of today’s great American bands” The Guardian
“a blast... a burst of energy to get through the week, if not the month” Consequence
“raw and melancholic” The FADER
“a Revivifying Jolt… anthemic '70s rock and defiant choruses are proof of life” SPIN
“Philly rock heroes Sheer Mag had a singular mission for their new song: to make a straight up rock banger. They succeeded!” NYLON
“If They Aren’t Already A Fav They Will Be!” BUST
“In any just universe, Playing Favorites would dominate the world’s FM stations for two years straight.” MOJO
“Camaro-rocking... full of the rollicking Thin Lizzy riffs and raw, howling vocals” Stereogum
“a major level up that is jam-packed with bangers of all shapes and sizes.” Brooklyn Vegan
“The acclaimed Philly outfit enter their 10th year with a sound that’s more defined than ever… guitarist Kyle Seely is dialed into his band’s beguiling breadth of boogie, southern rock, ‘80s metal, and power pop sounds like never before.” Guitar World (Read Feature)
“Sheer Mag are one of the best pure rock ‘n’ roll bands in America right now” Treble
“Rejoice, rock and roll true believers: Philly four-piece Sheer Mag has new music on the way.” WXPN
Photo By Natalie Piserchio
L-R Tina Halladay (Vocals), Kyle Seely (Guitar), Matt Palmer (Guitar), Hart Seely (Bass)
PURCHASE / LISTEN / SHARE PLAYING FAVORITES HERE
WATCH PLAYING FAVORITES OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEOS:
“PLAYING FAVORITES”
“ALL LINED UP”
“MOONSTRUCK”
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Ethel Cain confirms new project Perverts due 1/8, "Punish" debuts today with video
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