Chelsea Wolfe
Sep 27, 2019
3 minutes
Words Jonathan Horsley
Chelsea Wolfe was lying on a concrete floor, her head spinning. It was backstage, Seattle, the final show on a seemingly interminable run in which she had just followed seven weeks opening for Ministry with yet more dates of her own to come. The psychic inertia had been building, so too the exhaustion. But right there, on the floor, the chorus for came together, and her sixth album, , began to take shape. First, she
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