Spit was a grab-bag of beats we never got to use on other albums, prank calls, long audio extracts from the film Beat Street, stoney living room improvisations from a memorable and chilly fall evening in Minneapolis, and other detritus. Nevertheless, listening to it now I feel like it had a couple of transcendent and insightful moments, especially on the live cuts; however raw, they shine through better now, having had the most egregious filler trimmed. (I cut about 4 1/2 additional minutes of Beat Street dialogue while digitizing this, if that gives an idea of how bloated the original release was).
We envisioned the original Spit as an audio companion to issue three of the Envy the Dead zine. It was an extremely limited edition: 100 cassette copies, with numbered labels typed on a manual typewriter.
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