“What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin—to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.” – Henry Miller Digging beneath the mess of the world to find the beauty underneath is perhaps the most consistent theme in Chelsea Wolfe’s expansive discography—a theme that ties together her ceaseless explorations in unorthodox textures, haunting melodies, and mining the grandeur embedded within ugliness and pain. With Read Full Bio“What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin—to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.”
– Henry Miller
Digging beneath the mess of the world to find the beauty underneath is perhaps the most consistent theme in Chelsea Wolfe’s expansive discography—a theme that ties together her ceaseless explorations in unorthodox textures, haunting melodies, and mining the grandeur embedded within ugliness and pain. With her sixth official album Hiss Spun, Wolfe adopts Miller’s quest to become empowered by embracing the mess of the self, to control the tumult of the soul in hopes of reigning in the chaos of the world around us. “I wanted to write some sort of escapist music; songs that were just about being in your body, and getting free,” Wolfe says of the album before extrapolating on the broader scope of her new collection of songs. “You’re just bombarded with constant bad news, people getting fucked over and killed for shitty reasons or for no reason at all, and it seems like the world has been in tears for months, and then you remember it’s been fucked for a long time, it’s been fucked since the beginning. It’s overwhelming and I have to write about it.”
Hiss Spun was recorded by Kurt Ballou in Salem, Massachusetts at the tail end of winter 2017 against a backdrop of deathly quiet snow-blanketed streets and the hissing radiators of warm interiors. While past albums operated on the intimacy of stripped-down folk music (The Grime and the Glow, Unknown Rooms), or the throbbing pulse of supplemental electronics (Pain Is Beauty, Abyss), Wolfe’s latest offering wrings its exquisiteness out of a palette of groaning bass, pounding drums, and crunching distortion. It’s an album that inadvertently drew part of its aura from the cold white of the New England winter, though the flesh-and-bone of the material was culled from upheavals in Wolfe’s personal life, and coming to terms with years of vulnerability, anger, self-destruction, and dark family history. Aside from adding low-end heft with gratuitous slabs of fuzz bass, longtime collaborator Ben Chisholm contributed harrowing swaths of sound collages from sources surrounding the artist and her band in recent years—the rumble of street construction at a tour stop in Prague, the howl of a coyote outside Wolfe’s rural house in California, the scrape of machinery on the floor of a warehouse at a down-and-out friend’s workplace. Music is rendered out of dissonance—bomb blasts from the Enola Gay, the shriek of primates, the fluttering pages of a Walt Whitman book are manipulated and seamlessly integrated into the feral and forlorn songs of Hiss Spun.
The album opens with the sickening bang of “Spun”, where a lurching bottom-heavy riff provided by Chisholm and Troy Van Leeuwen (Queens of the Stone Age, Failure) serves as a foundation to a sultry mantra of fever-dream longing and desire. The first third of Hiss Spun—whether it’s the ominous twang and cataclysmic dynamics of “16 Psyche”, the icy keyboard lines, restless pulse and harrowing bellows of Aaron Turner (Old Man Gloom, SUMAC) on “Vex”, or the patient repetition and devastating choruses of “The Culling—all carry the weight of desperation, lost love, and withdrawal. Wolfe’s introspection and existential dread turns outwards to the crumbling world around us with “Particle Flux”, an examination of the casualties of war set against an aural sea of static. White noise is a constant thread through Hiss Spun, with Wolfe finding solace in the knowledge that radio static is the sound of the universe expanding outwards from the Big Bang—a reminder that even dissonance has ties to creation. The electronic thump of “Offering” serves as an ode to the Salton Sea and the encroaching calamities stemming from climate change. The obsession with white noise and global destruction carries over into “Static Hum”, where the merciless percussive battery of Wolfe’s former bandmate and current drummer Jess Gowrie helps deliver the dire weight of a sonnet dedicated to a “burning planet.” By the time the album closes with “Scrape”, Wolfe has come full circle and turned her examinations back inward, reflecting over her own mortality with arguably the most commanding vocal performance in her entire oeuvre.
“The album is cyclical, like me and my moods,” Wolfe says of Hiss Spun. “Cycles, obsession, spinning, centrifugal force—all with gut feelings as the center of the self.” And it’s an album that Wolfe sees as a kind of exorcism. “I’m at odds with myself… I got tired of trying to disappear. The record became very personal in that way. I wanted to open up more, but also create my own reality.” Every Chelsea Wolfe album is cathartic, but never before has both the artist and her audience so desperately needed this kind of emotional purging. Sargent House is proud to release Hiss Spun to the world on September 22nd, 2017.
– Brian Cook, 2017
– Henry Miller
Digging beneath the mess of the world to find the beauty underneath is perhaps the most consistent theme in Chelsea Wolfe’s expansive discography—a theme that ties together her ceaseless explorations in unorthodox textures, haunting melodies, and mining the grandeur embedded within ugliness and pain. With her sixth official album Hiss Spun, Wolfe adopts Miller’s quest to become empowered by embracing the mess of the self, to control the tumult of the soul in hopes of reigning in the chaos of the world around us. “I wanted to write some sort of escapist music; songs that were just about being in your body, and getting free,” Wolfe says of the album before extrapolating on the broader scope of her new collection of songs. “You’re just bombarded with constant bad news, people getting fucked over and killed for shitty reasons or for no reason at all, and it seems like the world has been in tears for months, and then you remember it’s been fucked for a long time, it’s been fucked since the beginning. It’s overwhelming and I have to write about it.”
Hiss Spun was recorded by Kurt Ballou in Salem, Massachusetts at the tail end of winter 2017 against a backdrop of deathly quiet snow-blanketed streets and the hissing radiators of warm interiors. While past albums operated on the intimacy of stripped-down folk music (The Grime and the Glow, Unknown Rooms), or the throbbing pulse of supplemental electronics (Pain Is Beauty, Abyss), Wolfe’s latest offering wrings its exquisiteness out of a palette of groaning bass, pounding drums, and crunching distortion. It’s an album that inadvertently drew part of its aura from the cold white of the New England winter, though the flesh-and-bone of the material was culled from upheavals in Wolfe’s personal life, and coming to terms with years of vulnerability, anger, self-destruction, and dark family history. Aside from adding low-end heft with gratuitous slabs of fuzz bass, longtime collaborator Ben Chisholm contributed harrowing swaths of sound collages from sources surrounding the artist and her band in recent years—the rumble of street construction at a tour stop in Prague, the howl of a coyote outside Wolfe’s rural house in California, the scrape of machinery on the floor of a warehouse at a down-and-out friend’s workplace. Music is rendered out of dissonance—bomb blasts from the Enola Gay, the shriek of primates, the fluttering pages of a Walt Whitman book are manipulated and seamlessly integrated into the feral and forlorn songs of Hiss Spun.
The album opens with the sickening bang of “Spun”, where a lurching bottom-heavy riff provided by Chisholm and Troy Van Leeuwen (Queens of the Stone Age, Failure) serves as a foundation to a sultry mantra of fever-dream longing and desire. The first third of Hiss Spun—whether it’s the ominous twang and cataclysmic dynamics of “16 Psyche”, the icy keyboard lines, restless pulse and harrowing bellows of Aaron Turner (Old Man Gloom, SUMAC) on “Vex”, or the patient repetition and devastating choruses of “The Culling—all carry the weight of desperation, lost love, and withdrawal. Wolfe’s introspection and existential dread turns outwards to the crumbling world around us with “Particle Flux”, an examination of the casualties of war set against an aural sea of static. White noise is a constant thread through Hiss Spun, with Wolfe finding solace in the knowledge that radio static is the sound of the universe expanding outwards from the Big Bang—a reminder that even dissonance has ties to creation. The electronic thump of “Offering” serves as an ode to the Salton Sea and the encroaching calamities stemming from climate change. The obsession with white noise and global destruction carries over into “Static Hum”, where the merciless percussive battery of Wolfe’s former bandmate and current drummer Jess Gowrie helps deliver the dire weight of a sonnet dedicated to a “burning planet.” By the time the album closes with “Scrape”, Wolfe has come full circle and turned her examinations back inward, reflecting over her own mortality with arguably the most commanding vocal performance in her entire oeuvre.
“The album is cyclical, like me and my moods,” Wolfe says of Hiss Spun. “Cycles, obsession, spinning, centrifugal force—all with gut feelings as the center of the self.” And it’s an album that Wolfe sees as a kind of exorcism. “I’m at odds with myself… I got tired of trying to disappear. The record became very personal in that way. I wanted to open up more, but also create my own reality.” Every Chelsea Wolfe album is cathartic, but never before has both the artist and her audience so desperately needed this kind of emotional purging. Sargent House is proud to release Hiss Spun to the world on September 22nd, 2017.
– Brian Cook, 2017
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Spun
Chelsea Wolfe Lyrics
We have lyrics for 'Spun' by these artists:
Ängie Avoid eye contact, you want it, I know it's a…
Babes In Toyland I live inside All invited inside Eyes flutter feathers …
Flipsyde See we gotta get it right But we always get…
Group love. I want it ragged tag up in a bag I've been…
Grouplove I want it ragged tag up in a bag I've been…
Grouplove. I want it ragged tag up in a bag I've been…
Keller Williams Wind me up Put me down Start me off and watch me…
Overcast Scrambling to regain the shards of ideals shattered before m…
Safe To Say Push you a little harder so you can feel tonight. And…
Sublime (With Rome) I'm spun, just like a raisin in the sun I'm fried…
Sublime with Rome I'm spun, just like a raisin in the sun I'm fried…
The Brian Jonestown Massacre That boy who made you low That boy don't even…
Tyfoid Mary Spoof Dope Creep Crank Bomb Shit Tweek Spank Call it…
Veto There is something in the water we are drinking There is…
We have lyrics for these tracks by Chelsea Wolfe:
02.-We Hit A Wall We hit a wall That we put on If you didn't know Had…
16 Psyche I′ve spent, in different beds Many moons And that's the way …
5. Destruction Makes The World Burn Brighter I don't know what I ever wanted you got a front,…
Advice & Vices What's the use in wasting time When we've finally found a…
After the Fall NOTHING WILL KEEP US APART I SAID NOTHING WILL KEEP US…
American Darkness When you come dead last In battles long past Intended to rip…
Ancestors Release your dead Release your dead Holy ancestors Holy …
Ancestors the Ancients Release your dead Release your dead Holy ancestors Holy ance…
Appalachia It was the way we always knew that we never…
Be All Things Walking the old path turned me towards death The ravens woke…
Benjamin Inborn and I hold it aches Take it, kiss it, fix…
Bounce House Demons Sid get out of the way Sid your love is a…
Boyfriend Boyfriend, be careful 'Cause women are poisonous animals …
Carrion Flowers WE LEARNED HOW ON OUR OWN NEVER NEEDING HELP FROM YOU REAC…
Cousins of the Antichrist Cousins of the antichrist are hiding everywhere Watching as …
Crazy Love Crazy love, it's not you i fear You let the devil…
Demons Sid get out of the way Sid your love is a…
Destruction Makes the World Burn Brighter I don't know what I ever wanted you got a front,…
Dragged Out baby, they don't want you they only want to tear you…
Fang I was not lying when I said I would try I…
Feral Love Run from the light Your eyes, black like an animal Deep in…
Flatlands I want flatlands I never cared about money and all its…
Friedrichshain I was on my way back home When I stumbled upon A…
Gold Mistakes our fathers made, will always be the same that…
Grey Days How many years have I been sleeping? Nobody ever said I…
Halfsleeper All the parts of me that lived inside Are drowning in…
House of Metal You put the pill inside the petal You put the petal…
Hyper Oz My bed is so cold without you in it Tell…
I Died With You I died with you I wear your clothes to be more…
Inside a Girl I was a boy Inside a girl So ravishing I felt her pain She…
Iron Moon a dead sun, a pale glow upon the walls i feign…
Kings Kings have all lost their heads Somehow we, we lost our…
Lone When the wind takes ‘em all Away from here, away from…
Maw where are you where are you where are you where are you in t…
Mer Hollow courtship, run-on, pointless Faint dreams creeping, …
Mistake in Parting Your face is as clean as any boy I had…
Moses Moses Can you carry Heavy Cause i can't Take it Can't h…
Movie Screen Don't you ever cross that bridge in your mind again (It's…
No Luck You can't trust anyone's Word but your own These days there'…
Noorus I was young I was scared I was so high I didn't…
Nothing, Noone Stolen from you Taken by surprise Broken in two and pulled r…
Our Work Was Good Oh the night is wild And he is fine And away we…
Pale on Pale When the light in your eyes goes out for the…
Reins Hold the reins inside Hold it inside These horses they pull …
Sick This suffering brings me closer to you And time is broken…
Sleeping He told me You best not be Sleeping around Within a maze Who…
Spinning Centers when the minute goes by faster than the feet when the…
Sunstorm I remember everything you said Into my head right before yo…
The Culling Dead eyes, I only call you when you′re in my…
The Warden The saw in the hands it's white as snow The heavy…
The Wasteland It's gonna be a wasteland It's gonna be a dark and…
The Waves Have Come The pain forms a circle with a light at the…
The Way We Used To Are we wasting our time awake here We could be sleeping I'…
The Whys Why does everything gotta be so fucking complicated You say…
They'll Clap When You're Gone I can feel the walls closing in And I don't want…
Tracks It's a machine we're up against Devoid of reason, devoid of…
Virginia Woolf Underwater Everything you've owned is gone Everything you know is wron…
We Hit a Wall We hit a wall That we put on If you didn't know Had…
Widow I saw the widow in the window waving down at…
You Are My Sunshine You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy…
Your Name Everytime I hear your name everytime I hear your name my hea…
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HHB_MrsTerrorist •
Lyrics:
I lift my eyes, I slow my gait
And I never wanna see you again
You leave me restless, you leave me hung
You leave me coiled, you leave me
Spun, spun, spun
Awaken in a tangle of wire
I slept desperate, trying to reach you
You leave me reckless, you leave me sick
I destroy myself and then I want it again
Spun, spun, spun, spun
Spun, spun, spun
Heavy love
Coiled and spun
A brute, an angel, and a madwoman
A most elegant impediment
Was there from the start
Waiting and repeating within me
Waiting and repeating
My problem is their downthrow and upheaval
And my enquiry is as to their working
And my effort is their self-expression
But I was only rock, dust, water, and ice
And animal instincts all along
The hyperosmia and the base sense
The prodrome and the aura
The shadows and the sleep deprivation
The trichomes and the deliriants
Cut through the fear conditioning
To finally understand
It was all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
HHB_MrsTerrorist •
Lyrics:
I lift my eyes, I slow my gait
And I never wanna see you again
You leave me restless, you leave me hung
You leave me coiled, you leave me
Spun, spun, spun
Awaken in a tangle of wire
I slept desperate, trying to reach you
You leave me reckless, you leave me sick
I destroy myself and then I want it again
Spun, spun, spun, spun
Spun, spun, spun
Heavy love
Coiled and spun
A brute, an angel, and a madwoman
A most elegant impediment
Was there from the start
Waiting and repeating within me
Waiting and repeating
My problem is their downthrow and upheaval
And my enquiry is as to their working
And my effort is their self-expression
But I was only rock, dust, water, and ice
And animal instincts all along
The hyperosmia and the base sense
The prodrome and the aura
The shadows and the sleep deprivation
The trichomes and the deliriants
Cut through the fear conditioning
To finally understand
It was all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing
Ra Rasirius
These lyrics are deep
Joseph Mills
You have better ears than me😂
Im joking thanks
Anders Davidsen
Being very new to the music of Chelsea Wolfe ( I have only heard Birth of Violence so far) this was a complete surprise - and I love it \m/
That heavy, sludgy guitar paired with that beautiful and unsettling voice gives me the chills... more please...
Aiur
there is nothing like the feeling you get when Chelsea stares into your soul , live
Irishdogster
Last night....
Pablo Castro
snake eyes
Unimportant Wank
Aiur I had that happen with Nika—Zola Jesus—and it was transcendental.
Bumchampion420
Such a beautiful soul. I saw her at a bar called jackrabbits in jax FL. Talked and drank with her while Russian Circles were setting up. Her set was sick. But just amazing getting so close and personal with an artist as respected as Chelsea Wolfe and get all of Russian Circles to sign a cd case. Epic night it was my friend
phaniepack123
Felt that in Austin. I froze and felt my heart flutter and drop.