Chelsea Wolfe’s Birth of Violence is an absolute gem. A very hauntingly beautiful, stripped-down record that touches on her original dark folk roots we heard with such acoustic albums as Unknown Rooms back in 2012.
Opening up with track The Mother Road it takes you on a journey that can only be described as a haunting soundscape aimed to prod and stroke every emotion in the human psyche. This album feels more poetic, more raw and fragile; I feel like Chelsea’s journey is well on its way as both a musician and as a feminine energy. She is a shapeshifter but never loses her sense of self and sound. This album is not something that can be written about and compared with her previous work, she is walking her crooked path and with each album she is gaining and shedding and this is all just part of her journey and we are happy to be there at every stage.
I strongly believe that this needs to be felt, no amount of words can describe an aural experience on this scale; I have to say it is one of the most beautiful albums I have heard in some time.