FAILED EXPERIMENTS IN HUMAN CREATIVITY: THE INSANE CLOWN POSSE EDITION
Readers of this site with a fine attention to detail know that I’m actually not a lifelong New Yorker; during those fuzzy, booze and weed-drenched years known as “college” I moved out to the wilds of Detroit, Michigan. Well, Ann Arbor… but everyone who lives within 100 miles of the place (hello, Kid Rock!) says they’re from Detroit, so fuck it. I did spend plenty of time in the city proper though and actually grew to quite like Detroit in all its abandoned glory. But among the city’s least endearing aspects was its penchant for terrible, terrible music (see above), and at the absolute bottom of the already-despicable totem pole of shit bands were the putrid shitstains known as Insane Clown Posse. People in Detroit fucking LOVE this band unconditionally. People with otherwise perfectly respectable, nay, GOOD taste in music pledge allegiance to the Juggalo nation and wear the hatchet around their neck.
Let’s take a look into the heart of the Juggalo, shall we?
Where to start. How about a grade-A example of an awful ICP song?
The intelligence of a Juggalo on display:
A “fuck you” to Jugallo-haters:
And finally, if only Violent J (his mama calls him Joseph Bruce) and Shaggy 2 Dope (Joseph Utsler) knew they’d inspired this, maybe they’d quit making music: