Upon hearing the demented cackle that rattles album opener 'Taste The Diff', the first taster of New York City's Obits' third LP, it's apparent that not much has changed. Sure, there are fresh additions to the lineup; new drummer Alexis Fleisig provides a lashing, powerful dynamic that we haven't necessarily heard on previous efforts, and the hazy echoes of reverb have been smartened up but, for the most part, it's business as usual.

And why the hell not? 2011's Moody, Standard and Poor built impressively on a slightly one-dimensional debut and boasted a timeless sound while still managing to sound original. It may be more of the same, but with Bed & Bugs, somewhat fortuitously, Obits make it work, with unexpectedly impressive results.

'Spun Out' finds main vocalist Rick Froberg in fine, grizzled voice, declaring that he "won't change in lying / won't change for life" against a glorious backdrop of cannoning drum and cautious guitar that only explode into trademark life as the track clatters to a halt. It's a more mature, more refined approach than we're accustomed to, especially from a band that draw influence from outfits such as the Wipers and Television, but the nod towards a new direction is quickly extinguished, however, as 'It's Sick's spikily entwining riffs crash into view.

From here, we're treated to a plethora of sounds; the swampy, bluesy romp that is 'This Must Be Done', reminiscent of early Stones, 'Besetchet' is a meandering instrumental, allowing lead guitarist Sohrab Habibion to channel his, admittedly demonic, inner Hendrix, and the wickedly swaggering bassline that underpins 'Malpractice', a definite highlight due to Froberg's suitably venomous delivery. Despite boasting a hefty thirteen tracks, nothing lingers around long enough to outstay its welcome and a devilish instrumental is always lurking to snatch the band away from any looming cul-de-sacs.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Words that, seemingly, the four members of Obits live by when the time comes to begin crafting a new LP. For now, let's just be thankful that they're bloody good at what they do.