WE WANT CONNECTION
SINGLE, LIFELIKE OUT FRIDAY OCT. 17
FULL EP NOVEMBER 2025
Exploring connection chaos in the era of disassociation... but, also, you can dance to it.
WHO THE—?
Witch Cabin is the solo project of Brooklyn-born and San Francisco-raised artist Tracy Marcellino, a multidisciplinary creative whose music blends raw vocals, synth-driven arrangements, and brutally honest lyricism. Named after the black cabin in the woods where she writes most of her material, Witch Cabin is both a physical space and a psychological one—introspective, charged, and emotionally off-center.
Raised on Thriller, Purple Rain, and vintage reggae, Tracy was a latchkey kid with a yellow Walkman and a rich interior landscape. She started out singing in underground cyphers, fronted Twilight Sleep and Oh Boy Les Macs, and eventually found her voice solo. Witch Cabin is where that voice lives now: stripped-back, genre-blurring, and authentic.
Her upcoming EP, We Want Connection, explores longing, avoidance, and the chaos of modern intimacy. It's a body of work that confronts the way we chase closeness while sabotaging it in real time. Anchored by minimal production and highly personal yet universal lyrics, the EP refuses traditional structure in favor of tension, repetition, and unraveling in the most gratifying ways.
Influenced by artists like Björk, Grace Jones, Moses Sumney, and Tyler, the Creator, Witch Cabin exists at the intersection of music, fashion, and performance.
WE WANT CONNECTION
WE WANT CONNECTION
As if waking from a cryogenic freeze after after a very long term relationship, I stepped into a world where intimacy had become fractured chaos. I observed the patterns of connection in what has become the era of detachment. We now protect ourselves so fiercely that avoidance is mistaken for strength, and loneliness is mistaken for emotional maturity. In the noise of digital erasure and curated distance, we’ve lost the plot.
We Want Connection holds a mirror to this moment. The songs are shimmering, beat-heavy, and sexy, carrying the weight of longing with the lightness of release. They are a collective sigh for those who recognize themselves here, where it’s safe to admit you want connection louder than a whisper.
Even broken connection is connection. Even longing, unfulfilled, is proof of being alive. And in that fragile, messy beauty — we can still throw a dance party.
