Chelsea Wolfe has been just outside direct line of sight for some time and with Hiss Spun it's time for me to pay respect. She's obviously an artist who isn't afraid to get a little frayed and grimy, residing in the cross-section of strange avant-garde and metal along with Myrkur, Subrosa, and Julie Christmas. Wolfe has a haunting delivery that takes time to warm up to. There are hooks on here but they aren't immediately rewarding because they're buried in dissonance and walls of distortion. Hiss Spun needs time to sink its teeth in, but once it does little melodies will get trapped somewhere in the consciousness like worms working their way into the deeper gray matter adjacent to memories of old jingles and Led Zeppelin riffs.
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