Take a brief listen to any of the dusky tunes that Frederikke Hoffmeier has released as Puce Mary, and a startlingly bleak picture begins to form. Grating percussive scraping and nail-on-chalkboard vocalizations dominate her creeping compositions, even as her instrumental work runs the gamut from deafening drones to clattering industrial drum beats. It's a bitter and icy collection of short form pieces and collaborations when taken as a single entity, but her first LP didn't provide a compelling full-length exploration of that tenebrosity. With her new record for Posh Isolation, she's finally figured out how to present her strain of nauseating noise as a totemic, engaging whole.