I was in my painfully early 20s during the Britpop era, pretended I liked the scene at the time, but looking back probably never really thought it was that much good, actually.
Dodgy were one band I remember thinking were a cut above. Oh, they weren't media darlings like Oasis, Blur or Pulp (and god, you're influenced by stuff like the media when you're young and trying to come off good in front of girls) but they had... something.
Now, I am a man who was brought up on strong hooks, melodies and riffs and Dodgy always stood out somewhat from a mediocre crowd.
Then, in about 1996, I forgot about them.
Well, the next 15 years slipped past a little like this...
And then I heard this album.
Songs like Raggedstone Hill, Shadows and, oh good grief, Waiting For The Sun are surely classics of the future.
I inadvertently heard this album a few weeks before its release but wasn't in a position to find out who it was by at the time.
I spent the next 45 minutes or so probing Google with lyrics to find out just where on earth this classic from the 70s had been all my life, why these gorgeous songs that had clearly been around for ever found no resting place within me these past 36 years, when I should have grown to adore them crawling on the carpet with the dial tuned to Radio 2, in 1978.
Only after that, nearer the release date, did I realise these songs were the work of Dodgy. Yeah, that Dodgy - those ones that never were Oasis, Blur or Pulp but damn, were they decent anyway?
This is a superb album made more impressive by the gap between releases and the indisputable fact that this is actually their moment, not the 90s, not last week - now.
Honest, beautiful and true - and, yes, just the merest sideways glance to yesterday.