B.C. Camplight

HIDE, RUN AWAY  | One Little Indian
By JONATHAN PERRY  |  February 7, 2006
3.0 3.0 Stars
NEVER MIND THE SQUIRREL This is a lovelorn, cracked debutNever mind the mutant squirrel standing over a necktied, headless dude laid out like road kill in a pool of blood, his black briefcase strewn next to him. Or, for that matter, the choppers hovering over a green mountainside in the background of the cover image. This disc’s not nearly as odd or surreal as those images suggest. It’s a beautifully lovelorn, blissfully cracked debut; a classically executed pop album made the way people like Todd Rundgren, Emitt Rhodes, and Harry Nilsson used to make them, with lush piano, roomy warmth, and creamy melodies that make you forget you’re humming along to slanted songs called “Blood and Peanut Butter,” “Emily’s Dead to Me,” and — yes — “Richard Dawson.” Behind this technicolor dreamcoat curtain, B.C. Camplight is the alter ego of 25-year-old Philadelphian Brian Christinzio, a multi-tasking one-man band who handles piano, keys, synths, electric and acoustic guitars, and bass, and whose silken voice floats like a butterfly but stings like a bee, albeit gently.
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