Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

About

Ol’ Dirty Bastard was probably better known for his public persona than his actual music. There was the time he took a limo to go pick up food stamp. Or the time he turned up onstage with Wu-Tang a month after fleeing a court-mandated rehab facility, saying he couldn’t stay long because the cops were after him. Or, of course, the time he interrupted Shawn Colvin’s 1998 Grammy acceptance speech to say Wu-Tang should’ve won Best Rap Album over Puff Daddy because Wu-Tang was for the children—a day <i>after</i>, as is less often reported, he helped rescue a four-year-old girl from a car wreck in Brooklyn, visiting her in the hospital under a fake name until the media figured him out. He was the unpredictable boogeyman white America feared and the drunken fool Black America worried represented them to the world, and died two days before he turned 36, a number with mystical heft in Wu-Tang lore. He was soulful and impulsive and more a <i>presence</i> in sound than a great MC. As his cousin—and Wu-Tang producer/figurehead—RZA put it, Ol’ Dirty Bastard gave up fear. There’s some incredible stuff on <i>Return to the 36 Chambers</i>, starting with “Shimmy Shimmy Ya.” Really—if one Wu-Tang line survives the endless fade from generation to generation, it’ll be “Ooh baby, I like it raw,” demented cadence and all. His voice alone was funny and he knew it, which is why he not only sings loudly and off-key, but balances his more threatening verses by yelling stuff like “I wanna see blood!”—after all, he’s here to <i>entertain</i> you, not scare you (“Raw Hide”). .

via Apple Music

The Clerk says

Start your shelf to read the full take →