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The Wu-Tang Clan, a ragtag posse of nine rappers from Staten Island with mysterious pseudonyms (the RZA, Genius/GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, Ghostface Killa, U-God, Inspectah Deck, and Masta Killa), was just as interested in tales of violence as its West Coast counterparts, yet it dealt more in martial arts lore and street knowledge than in gang rivalries. Despite growing up in housing projects, Clan members didn't seem as gratuitous as Dre and Snoop and their fellow gang-bangers, spouting scenarios that were so over-the-top, they could be taken only as seriously as the ultra-violent kung-fu movies the band loved. The group's menace was derived from the haunting clamor created by the RZA, the spare beats and paper-thin piano loops. It was the new sound of hardcore hip-hop. It was the new sound of hip-hop, period.
With little in the way of radio airplay -- save for "C.R.E.A.M.," the group's breakthrough -- the band's debut, 1994's Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers, became an underground classic and ultimately paved the way for an East Coast hip-hop renaissance -- not that the group gets much credit. After all, the current hip-hop exhibit at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame doesn't have any Wu-related memorabilia, and the Wu-Tang Clan hasn't won a Grammy. Of course, the members of the Clan realize that they don't need someone else to tell them that they are successful; they know they are. Respect, however, is another matter.
"I don't really care about that shit," U-God (Lamont Hawkins) says via phone when asked how he feels about being excluded from the Rock Hall. "They ain't going to respect us. Once we go out and start crushing heads and busting heads open, then they'll respect us. We have sold over 4 million records and haven't won a Grammy. We haven't won any awards. They're not going to respect us until somebody in the group dies, basically."
The group has been signed to a major label (Loud Records, a division of RCA) since 1994, yet in order to preserve their individual identities, each of the members has the freedom to record solo albums on other record labels. In fact, their deal is virtually unheard of in the record industry, where artists are generally tied to one label by restrictive contracts. That the Wu-Tang Clan was savvy enough early on in its career to understand that a traditional recording deal wouldn't serve its needs is a feat in and of itself. That the swarm of releases produced by such an arrangement hasn't overwhelmed them yet is an even greater accomplishment. However, the key word is yet.
Each member of the group has released at least one solo album and collaborated with a variety of different artists, though most of the projects have been produced by the RZA and various Clan members pop up on one another's solo outings. As a result, it could be said that the Wu-Tang Clan has released nearly 20 discs in the past five years, a startling rate of productiveness. Hawkins, who just issued his first solo effort, Golden Arms Redemption, last month, is one of the last members to strike out on his own.
"Everything is always hard to make," he explains when asked about why it took him so long. "Painters take time, and it's hard to make certain things, you know what I mean? I put a lot of time and focus into the album. I didn't get no sun the whole fucking summer because I was in the studio. I was just learning things. I'm the type of brother who likes to look before I jump into things. I like to observe what niggas do and what people do and shouldn't do. I don't have to do what they've done in the past. I know how to make my music a certain way. Whatever I have in my head, I can bring to my heart and out of my mouth now. My album is different because I have a different style, sound, and a different ear. My style is my style."
While Hawkins might have worked diligently on Golden Arms Redemption, the album represents yet another sub-par Wu-related product, the latest in a lengthening line. Songs like "Enter U-God," "Stay in Your Lane," and "Turbo Charge" have distinctive melodies -- the shaky string arrangements put together by the RZA have that trademarked Wu-Tang sound -- but there's a dearth of solid material on the disc. Hawkins brags about outdoing other MCs to a dull mix of beats on "Glide," and "Rumble," a collaboration with Method Man, Leatha Face, and Inspectah Deck, is a disappointment, consisting of a series of chest-beating howls that essentially amount to little more than hot air. It sounds as if at least one Wu-Tang MC is running out of ideas. Well, maybe more than one.