With trip-hop drip-dropped into the same vernacular as "Trainspotting" and Jenka jeans, Tricky might be wiser to rest on the opium haze of his "Maxinquaye" legacy. Instead, he remains ... tricky. Having already publicized -- through a series of bad records -- a midlife crisis that nobody ever asked about, "Vulnerable" finds our favorite whispering willow feigning pertinence once again (there are two "God" songs here). Only this time, it's with a new, lazy-voiced Italian she-muse, Costanza Francavilla, to the expected middling effect. "I might not be the most talented, but I am the only artist around now with their own sound," purports our humble hero in his press release. If that's so, then why are you covering "Love Cats" by the Cure? In fact, "Vulnerable" comes off like a lackadaisical approach at the Black Box Recorder model, all disenfranchised female yawning with intentionally ironic herky-jerk providing little more than a backdrop for a modeling shoot. The thing is, Black Box Recorder were being funny ... on purpose.