If Hendrix had lived, he probably would have ended up recording Black Pussy's On Blonde in 1971 as a kerosine-soaked hard rock warning against the commercial, pretentious pop overkill to come. Black Pussy is the sound of a dirty, immense engine coming down a two-lane blacktop; a trip fueled by the roar of a 1967-purchased bong in the back of a 1972 Nova (Marijuana), listening to the cars surrounding, heading into the sunset (Indiana). For a long, lovely, midnight desert ride, it makes a stunning companion, jaw-grindingly full of dangerous ideas snug in cigarette-burned red leather car seats. Marijuana, Can't Take Anymore (Who Buries the Chiefs When All the Indians Are Gone, A-), Blow Some Steam Off, Ain't Talkin' About Love, Indiana
