Fifteen years in, the claim seems just as remarkable, improbable and fucking righteously correct: Wu-Tang (still) forever. Right? Around the time of 8 The Hard Way this elegant maxim felt like defiance; we said it with equal parts regret and pride, knowing it still meant something even if Ghostface and the RZA were fighting. Today, sandwiched between Cuban Linx 2 and whatever the Wu-Massacre record ends up coming out as, when I say "Wu-Tang forever" (and I frequently do) I don't feel like I'm trying to prove something. Wu-Tang may be old but it still feels active, alive, dangerous. Perhaps more so because they're old.