Hannah Kate is back with a rich, soft shift in direction on her new single, “Eggs in a Kettle,” trading her usual existential musings for something decidedly more personal heartbreak, and all the tender rage that comes along with it. In a matter of minutes, Hannah sketches out the tale of first love dissolving, not in lofty metaphors or existential questions, but in the tender sting of a breakup getaway to an Airbnb in Tasmania, which didn’t even have a kitchen, as it turns out, the most significant indignity.
“Eggs in a Kettle” reads like a late-night conversation with your best friend, the one where everything comes tumbling out sloppy, authentic, and unforgettable. Even the title becomes a symbol of improvising our way through emotional tumult, boiling eggs in a kettle because there is no other option available to us, which we understand as an analogy to how we make do when love slips out of our fingers.
Suppose those pictures suggested the largeness of life, this track zooms in on the particulars, little human details Siddhartha’s shared looks, unsaid sentences, and quiet moments after goodbye. Hannah’s lyricism remains razor-sharp, piercing, and deeply relatable, rendering mundane truths into the kind of metaphors that haunt for days. You can almost sense the air of cold Tasmania seeping in through the doors of that Airbnb and hear the reverberations of silence between two people who once knew each other entirely.
This is Hannah Kate at her most striking. “‘Eggs in a Kettle’ is not just the breaking of a man’s heart, but yours as well. It’s a song for anyone who has ever loved fiercely, lost quietly, and found themselves standing in someone else’s kitchen, hoping to cook something that no longer tastes like home.