This is interesting as heck. I recently had both Fairport Convention and Don McLean, and although this album can superficially be described as "folky ren-fair singer-songwriter" somewhere between them, the contrast is wild. The rhythm section does really cool stuff in the background, the song structures are more experimental, and his voice is never straightforward. When this album gets good, it really transcends it's late-1960s origins and it's easy to imagine some of the songs being released anytime between 1965 and 2025 (with production tweaks, ofc). However, this album is also frustrating. For every Pleasant Street or Once I Was, there is a Goodbye and Hello or Knight-Errant. I'm glad I listened. Buckley is like the wild, frustrating American cousin of Van Morrison (Northern Ireland) and Nick Drake (England).