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I'm gonna rock the heck out of this one in the truck tomorrow! For the meanwhile, I need to sleep.
This. Changed. Everything.
Personally, I was a couple of years late to the party. Living in pre-internet suburban western Canada with no other friends who were really into hip-hop meant I wasn't yet ahead of the curve. I'd seen their name around a bit but it was a track on
The Jerky Boys soundtrack that served as my introduction to the Clan. As a result of that song I already had Ol' Dirty Bastard's solo album by the time I finally copped a copy of
Enter the Wu-Tang in the summer of '95. I loved the wild-out weirdness of ODB, but the clan united was a goddamn force! Nuthing ta f wit, indeed. The lo-fi dark grimy beats were a far cry from the g-funk sound that otherwise dominated my hip-hop CDs at the time. So tasty. And the full Clan spitting unstoppable, untoppable bars over top was just over the top. I don't remember listening to anything else for the first week or two I had this. I just kept playin' it, and playin' it, and playin' it, and playin' it... Absorbing all the voices, figuring out who was who and how their flows all came together so damn well.
Hell, the first couple of times I ever went on the internet shortly after copping this, I spent most of my time digging deeper into the Wu and marvelling at their industry takeover that allowed for each solo member to sign with a different label than the group itself, spreading their fingers through most of the major label hip-pie.
Now, nearly three decades later, knowing the album backward and forward, skits and all, and having deciphered nearly all of the samples, this still stands as an absolute beast of an album. The hunger of the Clan in its youth is still palpable, and very few debuts since can hold a candle to this.
Let your feet stomp.