Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk is so good, and, at the same time, so hard to listen to. Jeff Buckley had planned to go into the studio to record his sophomore album, My Sweetheart the Drunk, in June of 1997. He died in May. This album, a two-CD compilation of three studio sessions and a fourth unofficial recording session, was released posthumously.

The first disc, a mix of the studio sessions sounds like a real album. The second disc has a few polished songs, but is mostly a sampling of Buckley’s rough four-track recordings. He sounds like he was playing with where to go next, and it’s a tragedy that the album will never be fully realized. (That sense of unfinished business gives the CD its amended title.)

As the audiophile who introduced me to Buckley said, “It’s no Grace.” Well, no, it isn’t. You shouldn’t expect it to be, either. Not everyone is as fortunate as, say, Warren Zevon, who, after being diagnosed with lung cancer in 2002, made an album before he died, knowing it would be his last.

Buckley wasn’t finished. I suppose you could make the argument that no artist ever is. But, listening to this album, you can’t help but wonder what might have been.

As his mother says in the liner notes, “If Jeff had lived and chosen to erase these sketches, it would have been a relative minor loss. He could have written hundreds of songs and made dozens of albums in their place. Unfortunately, God had something else in mind for my son, and for me.”

The sound is very raw, unfinished—and I guess that’s the only way it could be, considering. You gotta be in the right mood for this one.