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The bike under the tree: Scheuerman’s wobbly voice, singing lyrics that remind the Sleigher of getting on the Peter Pan from New York back home to Alexandria all dogeared with a box of clementines and $12 in the bank: “Dust off a box of old forgotten clothes/If you clean up nice, no one will ever know/’Cause what’s the point of one more disguise /When you’re not even yourself in your daily life?”
The lump of coal: The vintage Noise New York production is an additional postcard to those of us approaching decrepitude, but like the Galaxie 500 records it references (complete with weird reverb screams that could be strings, someone singing, or phantom piano) things get so soupy it’s easy to miss the great, self-hating lyrics.
Cheer factor: -4 out of 10, though it’s a good kind of hurt. “Keep your shit together for a couple days,” Scheuerman sings, reminding himself and the listeners that the holidays aren’t the only thing that can’t last forever.
LISTEN: “Get Your Shit Together for the Holidays” [media id=”51″ height=”50″ width=”350″]