Jeff swims, blissful and sober in the Wolf River, softly humming the Zep. He takes you by the hand, then goes down, pulling you into his underwater and ethereal world.
The songs flow like a current, leaving no doubt: "Grace" is one of the most touching and sensational rock CDs, Jeff is a siren, a crystalline voice, unable to keep the skin taut before such heartfelt high notes, with a timbre so seductive and ever-changing. Each track is ephemeral in its duration, yet part of the whole, a fragile balance with a cosmic sense. Dreamlike and dreamy, yet real and rich in perceptions in the clarity of his voice, in the originality of the melodies.
It is not a sad album, not at all. Melancholy is felt, it is introspective to the brink of isolation, but one emerges rejuvenated, like a return to oxygen after apnea. The pure beauty of "Hallelujah", the most famous track, a cover of Leonard Cohen's original, does not steal attention from the remaining tracks, but is their support and Sun, the fulcrum of a perfect system, immortal to its creator.
Damn, drowning must be horrible. And I don't think Jeff wanted to go down in history swimming on his back, but his was not a deaf chant among the waters of the Mississippi, it spread by osmosis, and if that face is still a cult, even without giving us "the last goodbye", there must be a reason.
Grace is the most beautiful debut album I have ever listened to.
Listen to this CD, and your life will change; I don’t know if it’s for better or worse, but it will change...
Sure, if he didn't whine so much... sounds like Pink Floyd with a beaten dog instead of Gilmour.
Too melodramatic, over the top... the others in the band are anonymous: they sound like Hootie & The Blowfish.
An immense album. The genius of an artist emerges, impetuous.
Ambassador of his soul, an unparalleled and multifaceted voice.
I believe Jeff Buckley’s voice borders on perfection!
Not a single note or letter of the entire album is placed by chance, almost composing a mosaic made of pieces more unique than rare!
The tracks ... become INDELIBLE MARKS, they become TEARS, they become ditches that carve my bones.
Grace is just that moment. The one that doesn’t come back anymore. And that you dream of forever.