If Hendrix had lived, he probably would have ended up recording Black Pussys On Blonde in 1971 as a kerosene- 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. 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.