A rock band gestates in the psyche of its founder for years before manifesting in the rehearsal space. In 2012, Frank Ene performed the requisite psychic exorcism and plucked Pure Bliss from his skull. Tear-drop guitar melodies interweave in cosmic copulation while Ene invests his vitality in spirited vocals. Ene’s humanity is purged and dissected through Pure Bliss. As he knows, song-writing is exhibitionism. Yet, six-string mingling is useless without its rhythmic underpinning and Pure Bliss delivers in spades. The instrumentation is familiar, but the deft performances of Sam Weiss, Garrett Hudson and Elyse Schrock near transubstantiation – a rock band’s duty (some call it feel.) Pure Bliss doesn’t stoop to the codified sound of any Bay Area sub-sect. They seek transcendence in pop – the genre’s most noble and perpetual endeavor.