remember that band from the 90s on king koffey's record label, trance syndicate, called bedhead?  remember you thought they were totally biting off of seminal 90s slowcore pioneers, codeine, except that, bedhead actually wrote some decent songs so you owned a couple of their records and liked em well and good enough?  remember, that one time, when they covered a tune by cher, and you were all like, omg, they made this really annoying horrible pop tune actually sound kinda good?  so yea.  bedhead changed their name to the new year.  they put out a few albums in the early 2000s that nobody cared about on touch and go records before that great label finally bit the dust.  fast forward nine years, and here we have this album.  and guess what, buddy boy?  you guessed it.  this record totally slays.  there is a lot of revival in this day and age.  bands getting together, playing shows full of tunes from classic albums, in some cases pretty much self declaring an album a classic just because its old and a bunch of people used to own it on cassette.  this record, on the other hand, feels like a continuation of 90s music.  how 90s indie rock might have blossomed and sprouted new growth had it not withered and died as it did.  there is some really sweet wurlitzer playing on this record.  dig it.  

_alibi