Wolfe is good at pointing you closer to strangeness; its pull lies in the all-consuming guitar/synth torrential downpour that soaks the entire album.
Other albums, especially her lo-fi 2010 debut, The Grime and the Glow, shove her glinting voice under industrial whine, forcing it into sleepy Grouper modesty.
"I've used a lot of imagery of this egg for this album, this sort of mysterious, large egg that I'm nurturing and protecting," Wolfe said.
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