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i think ptolomaea by ethel cain is one of the most brilliantly crafted songs iāve ever listened to.
the way it opens with this distorted deeper voice (isaiah) and you hear the sound of flies buzzing in the background underneath the voice, thats such a cool detail. and while isaiah is singing, you hear ethel incoherently mumble (you literally hear her say āmama?ā its so šš) as sheās waking up from the drugs. when we finally hear her voice, itās high pitched, raw, and vulnerable. because of how vulnerable of a situation she is in, but she doesnāt realize it yet because of the drugs sheās on. so this whole beginning is echoey and it captures the whole aloneness sheās feeling.
and then we get a beat drop at āeven the iron still fears the rot,ā where the instrumentals are a little heavier, her voice is still high and raw but thereās a sense of knowing in it. (āhiding from something, i cannot stop. walking on shadows, i cant lead him backā) as her hallucinations and the drugs start to wear off, sheās facing this darkness thatās been eating away at her with ādaddyās left and mama wonāt come home,ā which is something she rarely comes to terms with.
then we get that dark distorted voice again saying āyou poor thing, sweet morning lamb. thereās nothing you can do, itās already been done,ā which is incredibly terrifying. not to mention that deafening crash of the drums, god the way those drums thunder so intensely like you can feel the dread in your bones. and then we hear ethelās voice again saying āwhat fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me? please dont look at me..ā which refers to when isaiah tells her to āshow me your face,ā during that line. and sheās pleading for him to stop looking at him, you canāt hear it because itās in the background but he says ācome here,ā and right after you hear ethel say āi can see it in your eyes, tell me, what have you done?ā which then goes into a sea of begs and pleas for him to āstop, stopā until the final āstopā is not sung, but instead a bone chilling shrill shriek. which is cut off by āi am the face of loveās rage.ā and if you listen to the acapella, during āi am the face of loveās rage,ā right underneath that main vocal, you hear a second high pitched scream, you hear bundles ānoāsā and even a āno! please!ā which i think ties the story really well together.
in the acapella, while āblessed be the daughters of cain,ā is being read out, you can hear the gargling and choking noises as ethel is struggling to breathe and as sheās literally dying its really sickening but so well executed from an artist perspective. and then at the very very end, you hear a death rattle like that is INSANE
i love ptolomaea, i love how the instrumentals create such a unique atmosphere that makes it as terrifying as it sounds and how hayden uses her voice in different ways to tell the story effectively. and it works, it all works.
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