After RZA’s disappointing debut, Bobby Digital In Stereo, one would hope that he would retire the “evil twin” character, and bring back the conscious RZA we all knew and loved from 1992 to 1996. But apparently, Robert Diggs still has to get some partying, drug use, and promiscuity out of his system before he can rzarect the almighty Prince Rakeem.

Which brings us to Digital Bullet, the second chapter in Bobby Digital’s sin soaked legacy. Thankfully, RZA has abandoned the experimental (and failed) keyboard stabs of that he used on …In Stereo, returning to his sample-based production roots. His brightest moments rely in simple, hypnotic funk, soul, and blues loops, repeating in a method that only RZA could pull off. Each “Can’t Loose” and “Throw Your Flag Up” are executed well, while “Be A Man” and “Show U Love” even more so, as RZA takes off the mask and looks at the world realistically.

Meanwhile, songs like “Glocko Pop” (feat. Method Man) and “Must Be Bobby” show off RZA’s classic torture chamber drum production and collages of off-key pianos, and while intentionally dirty, as songs, they still could be structured a little better. While questionable hooks plague these tracks, things get even sloppier on songs like “Break Bread”, featuring awful verses from Jamie Summers (“La-di-da-di, I got the body / Tutti-fruti, I got the booty”). Other moments of failure include several more of RZA’s boring and equally corny sexcapades, on each “Shady”, “Bong Bong”, and “Domestic Violence Pt. 2″, the latter being a sequel just as appalling as the first.

This is definitely Wu-Tang in its rawest form, but also its sloppiest. Gone are the days of perfection in pristine layered samples and drums that made the first batch of Wu-Tang album’s classics, not to mention the participation of the Clan as a family unit. Overall, Bobby’s experimental production styles, curious song structure, and “dodododo” mating call will lose listeners that follow the Clan for more fashionable ice cream treats like “La Rhumba” or cold world tales such as “Brooklyn Babies”.

If anything, while widely inconsistent, this album is proof that the Wu-Tang Clan does indeed need to become a family again before attempting to record another album. Even more, it’s evidence that RZA should put down the blunts dipped in honey and search for The Cure to Bobby’s digital disease.