Chelsea Wolfe Embraces Her Inner Wisdom
We caught up with the California musician ahead of the release of her latest album, She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She.
Photo by Ebru Yildiz
Imagine a continuum of women’s wisdom and evolution in which we nurture ourselves and the next generation, passing on the whispered secret truths of how we avoid danger and stay united—from the genesis of women carving drawings into rocks, through their howled protests of witches at the Salem stakes, to the present day when we continue to battle for agency over their bodies against church and state. California musician Chelsea Wolfe was haunted and nourished by these whisperings and wisdoms, too, as they became immortal and ever-present on her new album, She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She.
Though Wolfe doesn’t allude to the poet herself, this album title seemingly recalls Sylvia Plath’s much-quoted line from her only novel, The Bell Jar: “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.” She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She is Wolfe’s most melodic, pop-friendly delivery to date. But don’t mistake this for easy listening; it is dark, immersive, ethereal and brutal. Beginning with “Whispers In The Echo Chamber,” there’s a serpentine, primal snarl of warped synths, layered and dissonant guitars and a lingering ghostly atmosphere. Wolfe’s voice, alternating between hushed revelations and falsetto harmonies, segues between fragile and assured.
“The interesting thing about this album, and that song is that I wrote the songs and then, almost immediately after, I realized that I needed to actually live them,” Wolfe says. “The songs were demanding that of me, that you can’t just read the lyrics—you actually have to experience this so that, when you’re singing them, you know exactly what you’re singing about and you’re putting a lot more power into it.”
Living up to the demands of her songs required Wolfe to make two life-altering decisions. “I can’t really remember if I wrote this [album] before or after getting sober from alcohol, but that was one of the things that I definitely needed to cut ties with in my own personal life,” she continues. “That was a pretty powerful change for me in early 2021 when I stopped doing that. Eventually, once the album was finished, I realized that it was time for me to move on from my current record label and management company and sort of start over and take this record back, claim it for myself and bring it to a place where I felt like it was gonna get the life that it deserved. I mean, maybe it doesn’t sound that big on paper, but those were two pretty big life changes for me that I feel like this album was the catalyst for.”
The soundscape flirts with industrialism, languishing in machine-driven corrosion, droning synths and a sense of vast, open space. It’s equal parts Nine Inch Nails, gothic opera and chopped-up, sexy trip-hop beats. Longtime collaborators returned to the fold to manifest Chelsea Wolfe’s ideas: Drummer Jess Gowrie, guitarist Bryan Tulao and multi-instrumentalist Ben Chisholm worked with Wolfe remotely between 2020 until the end of 2021, brainstorming and writing with each other at a distance. Armed with the foundations of her seventh album, Wolfe approached TV On The Radio co-founder and producer Dave Sitek to shape the songs through a process of cutting up, smudging, sculpting and regeneration. It results in a cinematic, atmospheric density of sound that is held together, fiercely, by Wolfe’s crystalline vocals.