333. Greetings from L.A. - Tim Buckley.

Not often is a sequel better than the original, but in the case of the Buckleys, it does seem that Jeff burned brighter in his too short years. However, that is coming from a place of knowing pretty much nothing about Tim, so perhaps I'm being too harsh. 

This album is about as sexual as one can imagine an album from the mid-70s being. The opening few tracks are sleazy as hell, with particular mention going to Move with Me, which glamourises, or at least attempts to, infidelity like few other songs. The instrumentation is great, but let down slightly by Buckley's try-hard voice. Get on Top is much more lightweight, sounding like an early Eagles track, which is never a good thing in my book. I struggled to pull much out from the rest of the album, with just the odd element of Nighthawkin' really lodging in my consciousness.

Overall, the album was OK - there are some nice touches, and nothing overly offensive about it (although Chloe would probably disagree as she found some of the imagery it conjured vomit inducing). It is the type of album that I'm sure would be more compelling live, but as a studio album, it lacks some of the dynamism and is certainly less captivating.

Chloe's album rating: 4
Chloe's favourite track: 6. Hong Kong Bar
Olly's album rating: 6
Olly's favourite track: 1. Move with Me

Next week's album is 111. Cheap Thrills by Big Brother and the Holding Company