Badly Drawn Boy’s 2000 debut album, The Hour of the Bewilderbeast, remains a remarkable collection of baroque pop and acoustic loveliness with a level of quality that Damon Gough sadly hasn’t approached since.
Admittedly, I haven’t kept up with everything he’s released over the past 17 years (which includes a couple of movie soundtracks and five more studio albums) but the few I do have pale in comparison to this beauty of an album.
‘Camping Next to Water’ is a fine example of the off-kilter delicacy that makes The Hour of the Bewilderbeast so special.
The Fish infested slaughter
I feed the fishes into me
It’s misty within reason
I’m hoping I don’t freeze here
I fuel the fire, I feed its glow
But there’s no use in feeling
All the things I’m feeling
There’s no one here to feel with me
The second day is easier
Though it may be breezier
And the snow is falling down
But as the fire smolders
I never will grow older
Because I drink from Waterfalls
The stars above shine on me
I beckon them to fall on me
I’ll catch and save them in a jar
My feet a mass of blisters
Collecting frost on whiskers
As I taste the morning Dew
I think my mind is clearer now
I want you to be nearer now
I’m ready to come back to you
‘Cause there’s no use in feeling
All the things I’m feeling
There’s no one here to feel with me
Meet Me In Montauk 
This is another example of an artist’s name leading me to believe the sound is different than it is. This is a lovely song and I’m sure I would enjoy the rest of the album.