Spooky, gothic, cold, dark, transcending, eerie, and merciless. Chealsea Wolfe feels like church bells ringing on a stormy night, with the moon lighting up puddles on the cobblestone street. The music evokes what’s almost a nightmare, yet in someways an overwhelming dream of fantastical shapes and sounds, haunting vocals and lashing, chanting, screaming instruments. She reminds me of Nick Cave, Pink Floyd, Sabbath, even Merciful Fate … maybe. It’s an enchanting listen—deeply experimental, narcotic, fantastical, healing to those looking to expand their claustrophobic musical realm.