Have you ever heard of an unsung genius through word of mouth, someone who wasn't appreciated in life and found fame after death...a legend. That's what Jeff Buckley is, a genius. Grace is the most beautiful debut album I have ever listened to. Jeff wanted to step out of the shadow of his father Tim (another genius) and hoped to do so with this CD, an enveloping, magical beauty. The rules of showbiz prevented him from doing so.
The ten songs on Grace are a concentration of emotions, all fantastic, both sweet and bitter, a unity with its performer. These are songs that come straight from the heart.
In death, Jeff shed the label of being the child of an artist, but in life, he must have suffered terribly because of this legacy. 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.
Jeff Buckley wrote music like a painting, like a poem, a coherent work with a much broader vision.
Grace is lysergic, it is catharsis, excitement, explosion... and then coolness, calmness, introspection, all at the same time.