Light rarely leaks into Kathryn Mohr’s songs. Since her early recordings, the Bay Area musician has paired minimal arrangements—shadowy acoustic guitars, icy synthwork, and ghostly field recordings—with delicate yet desperate delivery, as if every whisper and gasp were being squeezed out of her by the weight of the world bearing down on her chest. Her lyrics are cryptic and imagistic, and rarely suggest much optimism; each song is a puzzle box that only snaps open to reveal a world of pain.