| Lots of people seem to take great pleasure in preferring the earliest works of any given artist. There is probably somebody out there who honestly believes that How to Clean Everything is a better Propagandhi album than Less Talk, More Rock, for example; lots of heavy metal people think only the first Rotting Christ album is any good. In the case of Lifter Puller, the beauty is that you can have it both ways. Their debut album is spectacular, and if you’re one of those people who enjoys saying “Their first album was better than anything else they ever did,” then you can say that without looking like a poseur, which is how most strictly-first-album people usually look; if, like us, you think of Fiestas and Fiascos as the greatest nearly-unknown album since the Stockholm Monsters’ Alma Mater, you’ll still find plenty here to cause you to fall down on the floor screaming “They were the greatest band ever! All other bands suck! My life is empty! Lifter Puller has broken up! “ |