It's impossible to predict what Tricky's going to do next, which is a nice change from, say, Marilyn Manson.
Every track is progressively more confusing and disorienting.
But his conceit is sickening and I'll be goddamned if it's not the most distracting thing in the world. His downfall, of course, are his shoddy lyrical attempts. I'm close to the edge. Now they call me superstar. Well, okay, Little Jesus.