I was a Tim Buckley lover from the moment I first heard him in the 60s. Each time a new album came out I bought it, but I was always in a minority (so too with Nick Drake) as a perusal of the album charts told me, though his LPs would regularly top the Import chart. Look at the Fool was his 9th, and - like Beethoven, Schubert, Mahler & Vaughan Williams before him! - was sadly to be his last.
On release LATF was damned with very faint praise by most critics. All I can say now is: look at the fools.
It`s a sweat-drenched carnival of an album, Tim exuding his own brand of frenetic soul-funk from every dripping pore, swooping up into falsetto one moment, dipping deep into a low note the next. This is urban music, much as that made by the Four Tops, Mink de Ville or Marvin Gaye. It begs to be bopped to. It isn`t meant to be precious or perfect.
It`s a follow-on from the sex-fuelled Greetings From LA and the still soulful, if patchier, Sefronia. LATF makes one wonder where on earth Tim would have gone next. A collaboration with Miles Davis? Duets with Marvin or Al Green? Or would he have pulled all the strands of his musical career into a new path, combining soul, funk, balladry, wayward jazzy atonalism...? All benefiting from a uniquely fluid voice only equalled by - by his own son, who was to die far too young in his turn. Oh, the tragic irony.
My favourite moment on LATF is the opening of Tijuana Moon. One chord, then Tim`s falsetto sings the unforgettable line:
"The padre told me all the hymns were born
out of the saxophone..."
You have to hear it...
The final song on this underrated under-the-boardwalk under-the-skin album is a throwaway Louie Louie doppelganger called Wanda Lou. Tim sings this irrepressible nonsense just like he sang everything. With his heart and, especially, his soul.
"Look at the fool...that love brings me..."