In what is technically the post-chorus of ‘Nettles’, Hayden Anhedonia delivers a devastating line: “Gardenias on the tile, where it makes no difference who held back from who.” Devastating as a postscript in the love story of Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker, whose wedding remains a distant dream because we’ve already learned of the latter’s death. We know Cain’s fate, too, through “Preacher’s Daughter”, but ‘Nettles’, being the first song she wrote in the house in Alabama where she finished that album, serves as a prequel. And it’s devastating, too, because though it passed through many iterations, the track’s vision of Americana stretches over eight minutes yet remains as sweet as can be, nestled by layers of fiddle, pedal steel, and banjo; a devotional that dares not be entirely mournful or anything less than idealistic.
The story of two teenagers “in a race to grow up” is a familiar one in the Ethel Cain universe, but what’s moving about ‘Nettles’ is how they’re forced into the slowness of adulthood through “the flicker of the hospital light,” and how the song itself honours and extends that slowness, clearly beyond the realm of realism. Where it makes no difference if it’s nettles or gardenias, suffering or love. Where it’s always.
Ethel Cain’s upcoming album “willoughby tucker, i’ll always love you”
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