Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Sara Lov at Spaceland

Went to see the wonderful Sara Lov on the final night of her Residency at Spaceland last night. Fantastic as usual.

It dawned on me while watching her that I enjoyed her set just as much as I enjoyed her with Devics, even though she plays NO Devics songs in her set. It may not seem like a big deal, but I'd be tempted to play a song or two from my old band, especially if they were as good as what she has to draw from.

Anyway, my point is that her new solo material is JUST as strong! Which is crazy.

The melodies in her song "New York" are on par with say, the best Brian Wilson "Pet Sounds" melodies. THAT good!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Two Shows with Far, the boys who've brought you "Pony"!

We just added two California shows for February. We'll be opening for Far, the boys who brought you "Water and Solutions" and most recently "Pony"!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Thanks for coming.

Thanks to all of you who made it out to The Roxy to see us last week!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

LA Weekly review (Full text)

ADDICTED TO LOVE
By Paul Rogers

Sabrosa Purr
Yes, there are still amateur Angeleno bands building robust reps through self-financed recordings and compelling club shows (and without monkeying themselves out to reality TV). Sabrosa Purr are an odd collision of loner, stoner introversion and crotch-thrusting fuzz-box rawk. They lurch from the ultra-ethereal, flotation-tank vocals and slithery, succulent guitars of "Suckerpunch Kiss" to the open-shirted glam strut of "Fashion Kills" without so much as an explanation or apology. Though probably more convincing at the former than the latter, they seldom sound contrived. Yet for every moment of earnest Pink Floyd-ish psychedelia, each hint of enigmatic early Cure b-sides or sexy T-Rex flexes, Sabrosa Purr are really all about the original Jane's Addiction -- they're eclectic because Jane's were. The heavily delayed yelps of "Killing the Aries" and "Sabrosa Purr, Pt. 1"'s druggy whimper are downright Jane's addicted, but they're lost in enough love to
forget and forgive. Few bands traverse heel-stomping, classic-rock crunch and eyes-clenched, headphone bliss like this.