Preacher’s Daughter: Ethel Cain Altered My Brain Chemistry

<p>Normally, I feel like I need time before I can review new music. I need to know all the ins and outs of the album, and everything about the artist. I want my articles to exude expertise, and I don&rsquo;t want to act like an expert if I don&rsquo;t actually feel like one on the subject. But this time I just couldn&#39;t wait to write this.</p> <p>When I&rsquo;m at work, doing absolutely nothing from nine to five, I try to use all the time I have on my hands to discover new artists, write music, and focus on my Medium page. While writing one of my less jolly lyrics on a Google Doc, Spotify starts playing a hauntingly beautiful lullaby-like song. The melody takes my breath away, and I feel like I might ascend to heaven from this shitty office chair. Eight minutes worth of this? What the hell have I been missing? I crack my knuckles like they do in the movies and click on the album of the piece of art I just listened to:&nbsp;<em>Preacher&rsquo;s Daughter.</em></p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/three-imaginary-girls/preachers-daughter-ethel-cain-altered-my-brain-chemistry-2f36486b321a"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>