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.
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