In attempting to fathom the chaos and confusion of the outside world, Chelsea Wolfe’s latest sees her first look inwards, at her own unrest.
With its anaesthetising, tar-thick gloom, Hiss Spun is inseparable from predecessor Abyss, and yet feels more porous and open. This paradox is well illustrated by the album’s artwork; almost the negative image of Abyss, it features Wolfe crouched in a stark, pale corner decked out in opulent, raven-like finery.
Hiss Spun is Wolfe’s heaviest release yet, and her aeriform tones float through it with a spine-tingling grace. With a squeal of feedback and a slam of distortion, Spun opens the album.
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