content: At first listen, the entire album seemed to me an incomprehensible jumble of confused instrumentation and Buckley waxing lyrical as a result of a drug-induced haze, however, after the second repeat, things were starting to make sense. The melodies were getting stuck in my head, and Buckley's emotional intensity was starting to rub off. The delicate wavering nuances of his voice suddenly seemed to be a result of purpose, and not some experimental whim. Even his rendition of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah", which at first seemed tired and contrived now seemed to have a new life of it's own, and "Last Goodbye" had not acquired the tired sheen of a regular pop-single. I guess it's just an album that grows on you.....