There has to be something so lovely in BFLICKK’s ” Oh, That’s My Baby, My Girl” that you feel like hugging it like an old jumper. It is pure neo-soul comfort–in the personal, honest, nonchalantly easy, everything-is-all-right ways. Right at the beginning, you are immediately drawn in to these small, colourful vignettes that are truly personal and sincere, the kind of details that make love seem lived in as opposed to merely described. It is the very particularity which catches you, those trifling things that make you think every word.
BFLICKK glides through this song, vocally speaking, perfectly. His tone is easy, yet never polished, his phrasing is restrained and never rigid, and those genteous ad-libs put in just sufficient ornament without ever being too much. The harmonies which burst in the hook are both full and beautiful, and they do not stump down on the lead. He has this quality of giving emotion that is sincere and expressive never going over to being over-singer which is refreshing.
It is exuberant in production yet tastefully held back. There are these buttery Rhodes chords, there is the supple bassline that is in the pocket just right, soft drums and soft guitar colours all making this candlelit groove. The composition has actually a breathing feeling–verses hold things near and personal, and then the chorus opens with this inevitable uplift and within the dynamics remains marvellously human all the way. Minor details such as delays and reverbs are polished, but do not consume the focus on the important stuff.
The combination is impeccable. The bottom is thick and yet solid, the middle is smooth as silk, and the high never grating, everything is where it belongs, the vocal is right at the forefront where it belongs. This is a simple, catchy lustre that the hook lands with and is a devotion-finding melody.