In their mid-’90s heyday, the Wu-Tang Clan were a monolithic,
mythological brand with a reach unrivaled by any hiphop group before or
since. In the teenage suburbs, it seemed like every trunk rattled
with RZA’s gothic, digital beats and the Clan’s Shaolin styles.
Even the punk rockers could recite the “Torture” skits verbatim. Since
those days, the Wu have weathered ODB’s death (RIP), How High,
spotty solo projects, and highly publicized inter-Clan beef,
only to reemerge in 2008 as close to their days of “Triumph” as we’ll
probably ever see again. (Showbox Sodo, 1700 First Ave S, 628-0888.
7 pm, $35 adv/$40 DOS, all ages.)