Sabina Sciubba is a goddess. As the Brazilian Girls’ frontwoman, she descends — long legs, chestnut hair, the smile of Aphrodite — and triggers fantasies amid the swirl of a brilliant band. She dances with the crowd; she’s said she’d like to play a show “that inspires so much love that everybody in the audience starts making out.” But she must have wanted a little solo time. On her own album “Toujours,” the songs are sparer, she’s picked up a scratchy electric guitar, and there’s air around her low, enigmatic voice — like Nico, waking up on the right side of the bed. “Non Mi Aspettare” suggests solitary sustenance: “Don’t wait for me tonight/ I don’t know where I’m going to/ so don’t leave on the light.” Can Sciubba stay away from the party long? On “Viva L’Amour” the farfisa blasts, the backup singers go deadpan, and the siren song kicks in: “Dee dee dee dee desire . . . ” (Out Tuesday)
ESSENTIAL “Viva L’Amour”
Sabina Sciubba plays Brighton Music Hall March 23.