eMusic Review 0
On Pro Tools, there are no hooks, the narratives are dense and occasionally confusing ("7 Pounds," which likens the rap game to sperm seeking an egg) and in place of swagger and attitude there is GZA's workmanlike, straightforward flow: at its best, it is an album that harkens back to the highest standards of the Wu-Tang Clan. The simplicity of his approach is refreshing and riveting, as with the vintage-sounding "Columbian Ties," the futuristic Numan-isms of "Life is Like a Movie," or the loopy, hiccupping "Alphabets," wherein he playfully and effortlessly welcomes, "I brought butter for the popcorn, dips for the chips, an ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip." It's pleasantly jarring to reach "Paper Plates," a spare, hypnotic number that is, to use the parlance of the Wu-Tang Clan, a lyrical dart aimed right at 50 Cent and his baffling C.V. of energy drinks, the cover of GQ ("Only missing a sheer blouse, homie, you see-through") and babyish petulance. But the GZA's disbelief marks him as the man from another time, the product of an older code. It is good to have him back.