Nashville’s Daniel Pujol may not be the biggest name in garage punk today, but he is without question one of its most melodically gifted. On this sophomore LP, his ragged, beaming hooks again prove so naturally incandescent that they harness all the raw thrill of lo-fi without ever taking a back seat to the style’s trappings. In fact, his pop aptitude gushes with such brilliance and seeming infinity that he throws the shine around with total abandon. The fact that he rips it all with fun, intensity and literacy is sweet rock & roll gravy. Choice cuts like “No Words,” “Post Grad,” “Circles” and “Judas Booth” prove the simple perfection of Pujol’s smash of power-pop buoyancy and punk velocity.
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