Sunday, September 28, 2003

I just dusted off Tricky's "Angels with Dirty Faces." I bought this album a long time ago and listened to it all of two times, if that. Not because it was bad, but because it didn't hook me. Suddenly I find myself digging it. Part of the appeal is Tricky's voice: he sounds like he has some engagingly wired prosthetic lodged in his throat.

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