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Tricky
Vulnerable
label: Sanctuary Records
released: 01.17.03
our score: 3.5 out of 5.0
buy it: here
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Tricky album only begins to make sense when all the nice people
have gone home. Put on your heathen cap and picture the witching
hour of godless, subterranean London: The shadows morph into disfigured
David Lynch characters, alleys become shady pharmaceutical venues,
and somewhere out of sight Tricky’s Vulnerable
is dizzying itself on a turntable. Suffice it to say, this isn’t
dinner music – unless you’re Nosferatu.
Yes, the widely-regarded co-author of “trip-hop” and
former Massive Attack member is nothing if not an acquired taste.
Vulnerable is rife with the sort of eccentricities that have long
encouraged a love-hate relationship with Tricky’s black
magic – mucuous growls and impenetrable, seemingly free
association lyrics dropped into a simmering vat of jungle beats,
funereal keys and looped guitar tracks.
Where Tricky has flirted in the past with heavier, industrial
production, Vulnerable lays down some admirably wicked,
headbobbing riffs, particularly on the menacing “Moody,”
which sounds nothing like the title suggests. Meanwhile the similarly
guitar-charged “Wait for God” is a swampy, tense ode
haunted by harmonica chirps and images of a sacrificial lamb turned
vampire. “I wait for God and it’s very hard/I am the
lamb I don’t understand/I suck your blood and I’m
still thirsty,” Tricky spits beneath guest Costanza’s
alternately puritanical and lascivious vocals.
Yet
another intriguing direction on the new record is Tricky’s
choice and treatment of cover songs, both of which betray by way
of contrast his weakness as a lyricist and showcase his ingenuity
as an arranger/producer. One of the finest numbers in The Cure’s
repertoire, “Lovecats” tempers the happy-go-lovey
spring fling tone of the original in favor of a different feline
species, one that crouches low, slinks with the bass, claws with
the percussion and curls its tail in the passing breeze of synth
and keys. Robert Smith’s playful, expressive vocal embellishments
are missed, but not as sorely as the lack of poignance given XTC’s
pleading “Dear God.” Here Costanza’s too blonde
and lusty for her own good, where P.J. Harvey or Alison Goldfrapp,
both past Tricky collaborators, may have executed the same duties
with more reverance and subtlety. However, she redeems herself
by song’s end, gradually drawing the curtain with a simple,
virtually jazz-phrased rhthym guitar.
There’s
no denying Vulnerable’s many likeable attributes.
But ultimately it’s a tough record to recommend without
offering a whole series of caveats and half-apologies for Tricky’s
idiosyncrasies. For example, there’s only thematic sense
in relation to the music, which admittedly will work for many
listeners. However, know that at best the lyrics alone conjure
hazy, suggestive images of personal decay and at worse smack of
pretentious, half-assed meditations on lust and abuse. And there’s
also the all-important listenability factor. Where does a record
like this fit in one’s rotation? Between Chocolate Genius’
God Music and Pretty Hate Machine? How often do
you play those? Exactly. So consider yourself warned.
14-Jul-2003
9:30 AM

If you
liked Vulnerable...
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Tracklist:
1.
Stay
2. Anti-Matter
3. Ice Pick
4. Car Crash
5. Dear God
6. How High
7. What Is Wrong
8. Hollow
9. Moody
10. Wait For God
11. Where I'm From
12. The Love Cats 13. Search, Search, Survive
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