I'm noisy when I eat. I'm not proud of it. In fact, the smacking and sucking that introduces Alexander Spit's “Tuesday” sounds eerily like the processed recordings of me with a couple pounds of wings. The stomach-turning/rumbling noise could be a smarmy rebuke to the droplets that have washed over a lot of beats recently, or like a lot the producer's work, just part of a good time. The presence of Dilla is spent hard in the drop outs, drunk jazz drums, and refreshing silliness, full with the same spirit of all those silly faces your mum told you would freeze your face.
- CHART TV