CMJ Day Two: Pujol Get Out Of The Garage, Caveman Start Their Long Trek, And Bleached Stake Out Their Turf


In Waste Of Paint, our writer/artist team of Jamie Peck and Debbie Allen will review goings-on about town in words and images.

You know how Hugh Hefner has to have sex with fifty women and an endangered panda at once in order to feel anything at all? I went into this year's CMJ Music Marathon feeling similar, and hoping to find something that would give me the shivers all over again. I haven't quite found it yet, but folks are trying, and I appreciate that.

Debbie Allen

Debbie and I decided to spend the evening at a showcase put on at Santos Party House by music site Noisey, the latest jewel in the crown of the ever-growing Vice empire. The first band we caught was Pujol, a buzzy garage act from Nashville that released a Jack White-produced seven-inch about a year ago. Perhaps due to the venue's excellent sound system, their bouncy tunes were a bit slicker than I'm used to my garage rock being, but Daniel Pujol's raspy voice and tastefully applied distortion kept it rough around the edges. Hints of seventies metal virtuosity could be heard in his solos; this influence suits the band's sound surprisingly well, so I hope it continues to creep in.

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