Gravediggaz "6 Feet Deep" (1994)

 

Unwittingly, I've uncovered Hip Hop's Horrorcore origins, a treasure trove of terror led by none other than RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan. United with The Undertaker, Grym Reaper, Gatekeeper and producer Prince Paul, this Rap quintet delve deep into life's dark sides. Graphic themes of death, suicide, murder, poverty and black suffering permeate. Both serious and comical, the latter gets punctuated by gruesome exacerbation of comic book horror tropes through verbal creativity. Its former sincerity makes use of thematic extremities to highlight the serious issues of street life.

I'd been aware of 6 Feet Deep's existence for decades. Despite an encouraging reputation, my playlist choices always gravitated to something else. Finally cracking the cookie, I'm overwhelmed by its fortunes. Slipping snugly into an early 90s Jazzy ruggedness, to many samples, flows and drum beats echo many favorite sounds, posing the tricky question of how it fits the tapestry. Warmer Southern tones turn up on Mommy What's A Gravedigga, 1-800 Suicide and Blood Brothers, the latter cruises on a chilling nightly tone with its shimmering pianos and danger lurking baseline.

Diary Of A Madman plays like a blueprint for what I know of Rap duo Jedi Mind Tricks, both beat and flows are uncanny. Many other songs conjure similar familiarity. A handful of verses spat akin to Ol' Dirty Bastard, and the occasional beat like Graveyard Chamber reek of Wu-Tang outtakes, perhaps leftovers from the era of RZA's Demo Tape. Recorded over the prior three years, overlaps with the nine are no surprise, yet Gravediggaz stand boldly apart with their own devilish identity.

The distinction is wild, leaning into theatrical cheesy horror tropes, grim lyrics get cut keenly into its topicality. A depth of cultural references finds its linage in the unsavory side of American cultural history. Experimenting with unhinged wordings and maniacal cadences on occasion, the music ebbs and flows between tongue in cheek humor and deadly frankness with more conventional cuts. Prince Paul's contributions certainly serve that convention, with RZA and other producers offering up the looser screws. All in all, 6 Feet Deep is an essential experience if a fan of Hip Hop's darker leanings.

Rating: 8/10

RZA "Saturday Afternoon Kung Fu Theater" (2022)

 

With an eternal itch known as Wu-Tang fever, I'll always have a curiosity for the individual members various projects. Although mastermind of the Wu-Tang philosophy, the prime days are long gone. This latest mini album has him grappling with his two personalities, Bobby Digital and the RZA. The concept is all laid out in its intro, with the next six tracks vaguely elaborating on the dynamics between the duo.

 Teaming up with DJ Scratch, the instrumentals conjure peculiar, glum and rainy moods. Leaning on old timey string sections and rolling out simple subdued percussive loops, the experience is underwhelming. Kung Fu action snippets lack the edge or accompanying bombast to impact. The simple repetitions bring little depth, leaving RZA to solely carry each song with his rhymes and lyrical concepts.

 RZA's flow and energy often feels out of step the instrumentals, his pace and keenness a step ahead of its temperament. Its not terrible but has one leaning on his lyrics for salvation. Baked with old cultural reference and witty word play, its the old rap game sounding tired as RZA's age can be heard in his voice's tone. A few good rhymes and narrative entertain, but mostly this drifts in one ear and out the other.

Rating: 3/10