He sings it like someone's standing on his chest as the fumes pepper his lungs with filth. Every turn presents the author with disgust and horror. His voice is often just a synthetic growl, throwing Martina's high tones into relief. The record tails off with 2 relentless tracks. Recording in Jamaica has given it a more savage edge, but it's still a development rather than a departure.
Song is story of contrasts.
I didn't even notice it the first couple times I heard it. Again, Martine sings choruses and Tricky sings the verses. Totally remakes song and emphasizes Tricky's rap. Relentless verses converging on one another, telling a story of decay and slow meltdown of one person's psyche. I was having a fucked-up day.