uh, y'know, the sounds that sound good together... sometimes... and sometimes sounds like the disgusting "squish squish" sound Slicker's mom makes whenever she walks
Wu-Tang Clan, "8 Diagrams" (Universal)
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The first Wu-Tang album since Ol' Dirty Bastard's death feels like a reluctant reunion.
There's a striking disconnect between the rappers and the off-kilter beats that RZA has concocted here. It's as if th--okay, seriously, does anyone care anymore? I know I don't.
"Iron Flag" was the last Wu-Tang anything that was worth a dick. ODB's solo albums were pretty good, but you have to ask yourself if they're "musically" good or "looking at a car crash" good.
I got "Ni**a Please" and used to think car wreck. But as the years have gone by and the songs have come up on my ipod, I have developed an appreciation for what can only be described as a sort of paranoid anarchy displayed in his lyrics. He is the anti-artist. And his music was akin to his personal life. He may have appeared to be paranoid by wearing a bullet-proof vest, but then he got shot up. Crazy, yet, not so crazy. And I have to give him props for the two of the greatest MTV moments ever:
1. Ol' dirt goes with his family in a limo to pick up food stamps in Brooklyn while his album is in the top ten. Never seen "Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers" on that level.
2. Ol' Dirt appearing on TRL with Mariah, when asked by a girl in the studio audience what he does to give back to the community, responded triumphantly: "Nothin'!"
He was a real-life Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez. "I don't know about y'all, but Wu-tang is for the children"
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