Copeland is probably better known for ...Keyboard Fantasies..., but he was originally one of a wave of post-hippie singer/songwriters that dropped an album or two in the early '70s and vanished.
BGC's talent as a vocalist lies in his style of polite, becoming speech-singing punctuated by yelps and dramatic octave jumps. Everything I love about Copeland's singing I hear in the first three songs: each verse so is packed with nuance and and inflection that they are spectrum of conflicting emotions. The exceptionally honeyed "Color Of Anyhow" is shaded by Copeland's octave shifts between verses, and "Ghost House" is a simple song where, between its two halves, a change in tone occurs as Copeland's voice and the instruments crescendo, playing out theatrically in an arc that continues into the next track with a beautifully situated uptick in tempo. "Erzilli", the lengthy psych-out full of flutes and Copeland's wacky vocal jams, has similar dynamics. It is prefaced by "My Old Rag...", a little number that is tremeloed to the utmost but genteel as the Queen.
It's fortunate Copeland's modest catalogue is being afforded new attention, and I hope it's distributed equally among his albums.