PUJOL's Daniel Pujol releases teaser records the way Ariel Pink, the Mae Shi, and the Beatles used to release LPs—his EPs and singles have been in constant supply over the last couple of years, and he's gotten quite lucky, as an early-20-something to get picked up by Jack White's Third Man label while still in college (hell, it took Wanda Jackson till her seventies).
The Tennessee native sounds snotty in the way that most young punk revivalists were taught that punk was supposed to sound snotty; his voice is nasal and drawn out, and reeks of cigarettes in the manner of someone at least ten years older, his songs brief and of the lo-fi stuff that garage rock is made of, more or less summing up the title of his record, and vice versa. It's the product of a rushed, DIY, back-and-forth recording process, and his seven songs, altogether coming in at fewer than twenty minutes, are catchy and dance-worthy when his gritty voice doesn't get in the way. Given his rough vocal style and relatively poppy rock style, he could either go the Kings of Leon route and abandon his southern roots to win an audience, or he could go the balls-out punk route. But Nasty, Brutish, and Short won't be anyone's favorite rock record, because really, you can find something similar—and better—with any general Swami release. [Saddle Creek]
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