I feel like too often “darkness” in music is more affectation than anything else. To be clear, it’s an affectation I’m not immune to – when the weather starts to cool and the air begins to chill I tend to reach for more somber, forlorn music. But there’s this rising cadre of music acts that – for better or worse – are framed in my mind as being cultivated and groomed for a very niche audience. One that’s young and entirely too emo-driven for my tastes. It’s a rare artist that can break out of that mold and straddle a more mature perceptive (I’m really showing my “old man yells at cloud” side here, sorry), and with She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She I think I’m coming around to the wavelengths Chelsea Wolfe is putting out. The “why?” and “why now?” of it all are still confusing in my mind, so accept this as a meandering trip to understand better.

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