| If I was in a Camaro riding shotgun through your neighborhood right now and I saw a couple of you standing on the corner in your New Pornographers T-shirts talking about how great the new Pernice Brothers album is, I’d lean my head out the window and holler: “Lifter Puller, you dirty bastards, LIfter Puller!” Because even though Lifter Puller’s last album was released over a year ago and they’ll never make another one again, they are my favorite band, and their hold on me is so powerful that I can’t even bring myself to write about their best album, the career-ending Fiestas and Fiascos. It is too good to even talk about. Even thinking about how good it is strips me of my usually-generously-stuffed attache case full of adjectives. It’s just great, is all. Truly great. Monumental great. Mt. Rushmore great. Damn. |