Okay, so the 30-minute mini-album Wu-Massacre is something of a rush job, with few developed concepts and no memorable hooks. But who cares? The Wu-Tang triumvirate sticks to what it does best and spits hardcore darts over a crackling set of soul loops. While the results aren't revelatory, they're thrilling all the same. Ghostface's "Pimpin' Chipp," where he impersonates a hooker paying tribute to her dead pimp, is a strange highlight. Other songs, such as "Youngstown Heist" and "Criminology 2.5," seem pockmarked with bellowed threats and blasting gun shots.