Meth, Ghost and Rae, Wu-Massacre
Okay, so the thirty-minute mini-album Wu-Massacre is something of a rush job, with few developed concepts and no memorable hooks. But who cares? The Wu-Tang triumvirate sticks to what it does best and spits hardcore darts over a crackling set of soul loops. While the results arenâ€™t revelatory, theyâ€™re thrilling all the same. Ghostfaceâ€™s â€œPimpinâ€™ Chipp,â€ where he impersonates a hooker paying tribute to her dead pimp, is a strange highlight. Other songs, such as â€œYoungstown Heistâ€ and â€œCriminology 2.5,â€ seem pockmarked with bellowed threats and blasting gun shots.