When the Wu Tang Clan hit in the early 1990s, it was hard to know what to make of them. Method Man, the life of the party. Ghostface Killah, the lady’s man. RZA, the guru. GZA, the warrior.
And in the midst of the 36 chambers, kung fu, eastern mysticism and New York gangsta poses there was Ol’ Dirty Bastard. A blurry mess of pure Id, Dirty sounded like Flava Flav’s crack baby cousin. The opening piano notes of Shimmy Shimmy Ya sing out that something ain’t right, and it’s going to get weirder before it gets straight. And, indeed, shit got crazy. Dirty was a true original.