PUJOL, DIARRHEA PLANET
9 p.m. Stickyz. $6.
First off, yeah, I know. Ha-ha. Grow up. Let's try to be mature about this, OK? Jeeeeez.
Anyways, Pujol (nom de rock of Daniel Pujol) first showed up on the radar of my listenings last March, when he played at the Valley of the Vapors down in Hot Springs. His tune "Mayday," the lead-off from the 2011 EP "Nasty, Brutish, and Short," is an endlessly listenable bonbon of earworm-y garage pop. I blasted it into the ol' earholes probably a dozen times and again just now. Lucky listen No. 13 and it's still totally good.
He's got a new-ish full-length album out late last year, "United States of Being." It's a big step forward from the very enjoyable "Nasty," a more diverse collection of tunes that at times recalls the gentler moments of the late Jay Reatard, especially the track "Endless Mike." I bet by now purveyors of smart, sharp, melodic garage rock are tired of being "The Next Jay Reatard" (let's ask Ty Segall. Or King Tuff. Or Mind Spiders.) But hey, as long as we get albums like "United States of Being," I don't care who's the next whoever.
Of Diarrhea Planet: great band, great name. I don't care what anybody says, if your band is called Diarrhea Planet and sounds like a Thin Lizzy record fighting a Ramones record at 78 rpm and you have a song called "Ghost with a Boner" and that song rules, then your band is rad and your song is rad, period.
The show is 18-and-older.