I can't recall what was my first awareness of Tim Buckley; via the (awesome) This Mortal Coil cover of 'Song to the Siren' or mid-80s Triple J listener poll of "sexiest songs ever", that included 'Get On Top' pretty high on the list. In the 1980s, Tim Buckley was a largely forgotten artist. His albums were largely hard-to-get, often deleted. And, frankly, I think he would have stayed that way if not for Jeff Buckley's career and the eerie echoes of their similar looks, voices and early deaths. (David Browne's book Dream Brother points out the ways in which their lives also contrast.). I do not know why the Greetings from LA album is on the list. It's well recorded and pretty great band (shout out to Venetta Fields, always happy to see her name on album credits), but this album is not Tim Buckley playing to his strengths. A deliberate play toward some sort of commercial appeal, this turgid white-boy "sex funk" is frankly embarrassing. I cannot think of anything worse than trying to get it on to 'Get On Top'. It's appearance in that poll suggests to me that Australians in the 1980s were not a particularly sexy people, because this song is just cringe. I have time for Tim Buckley's jazz-inflected folk rock, and he has a great voice, and he wrote and covered some great songs over his career. But not on this album. This is not good.