Description:The Wu-Tang warrior's second solo joint is so conceptually huge, only somebody who's been high every day for a decade could have imagined it: hip-hop album as science-fiction double-feature as celebrity parade as horror movie as multilayered masquerade as an endlessly Baroque flow of spiels and skits, hallucinatory fantasy, and killerThe Wu-Tang warrior's second solo joint is so conceptually huge, only somebody who's been high every day for a decade could have imagined it: hip-hop album as science-fiction double-feature as celebrity parade as horror movie as multilayered masquerade as an endlessly Baroque flow of spiels and skits, hallucinatory fantasy, and killer-bee menace. The romantic strains of Tical have been replaced by pure, sweaty sex, and Meth's image transformation from laidback muscle to bloodthirsty cyborg (with a phone book's worth of guest stars) just means he compacts his flow more tightly. The production is the Wu standard of berserk little loops and spare boom-bap, though RZA's tracks are head and shoulders above those of his disciples. --Douglas Wolk... (more)(less)
Manufacturer : Def Jam Release date : 17 November 1998 Number of discs : 1 EAN: 0731455892024 UPC: 731455892024
"Release Date: November 17, 1998
How much of a disappointment was this album? And before I continue, not it isn't because of all of the goddamn skits (that definitely didn't help though) it is because it just lost the Wu familiarity. Now do not get me mistaken there are a few good tracks on this album, but overall it fails. There was no need to have Janet Jackson, Donald Trump, "the check writer", Chris Rock, etc. on a mutha fuckin' Wu-Tang album!
Wu Bangers: "Shaolin What", "Party Crasher""
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Wu-Tang...The Solo Joints
