The Purrs are unlucky in love, crushed by their day jobs, soaked in whiskey, mired in snarky wit... and renowned for their blistering live performances. Their music is made for the late hours: an after work visit to the bar, dollars crumpled in pocket from being clumped in a fist; the same fist that launches upward in exaltation for their roaring guitar solos, blues-y lyricism, and brain-pulsing rhythms emphasized by Thurston Moore-ish pedal stomps.