176. Insane Clown Posse – The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Another CD skeleton in my closet (see, Vanilla Ice). This happens to the best of us; music winds up in our collection and we have no recollection of ever purchasing it. I even checked the CD to see if it said “promo copy” on it, hoping that it was given to me for free and that would be my excuse. But no, I have no idea why I have this. I was an adult when this album came out, I can’t even blame it on the follies of youth. Maybe I can blame my ex. But I have promised to review every album I own, and here this is, staring me in the face like 70 minutes of pure guilt.
What I know about the Insane Clown Posse is their fans are called juggalos, which makes me think of, I don’t know, thugs dressed in clown outfits juggling cans of Faygo. I know (after extensive research) that they believe in MMFCL- Much motha fuckin clown love and, well, I’m not down with the clown love. I know they have conventions and they wear makeup that makes them look like a cross between some WWF wrestler and Tammy Faye Baker. And they bring their kids to these conventions – I know this because I once saw a clip of a two year old singing Fuck the World – and you may think that couples who name their babies Adolph and live in white supremacist enclaves are what’s wrong with the world, but after researching juggalos, I beg to differ.
But here it is. Here is this CD in my collection, shelved right between KISS Alive and Slipknot’s first album and I wonder if maybe I don’t have some deep seated fetish for rock bands dressed in makeup and masks, which has some underlying meaning in regards to my fear of clowns.
Oh, wait. See, there is a reason I have this. It’s the guest appearance by Ol Dirty Bastard on Bitches. Another mystery of my music collection solved. ODB makes everything ok.
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February 10th, 2009
I used to love ICP (and I *can* blame this on the follies of youth) but I never got into the make-up. I liked them mainly for the humour, and grew out of them soon after they released this album.
I can still listen to them without wanting to puke, but I wouldn’t show off my 6 album collection.
Although, I am still quite proud of my numbered 7″ of “Red Christmas”, with “Santa’s A Fat Bitch” on the b-side.
February 10th, 2009
See, I can totally get into the humor. I remember a song about rainbows and kitties and beautiful things that went into a rant about hating everything and I thought it was funny, but the whole juggalo thing kept me from ever trying to really enjoy them.
Then again, I love Slipknot’s first album. Go figure.
February 10th, 2009
I totally agree – their love songs are great!
Not so sure about Slipknot though, I never got into them.
February 10th, 2009
I remember going to Chicago on leave one time and my youngest nephew had ICP all over his walls. He was dying to play an album for me. I wouldn’t let him.
My feeling about clowns? Cue Billy (from Grim and Evil) ranting: DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL.
That would make my son giggle uncontrollably by the way…DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL. DESTROY US ALL.
February 10th, 2009
I really enjoy your tweets and your blog. As for ICP – They are evidence in my theory that everything fucked up in music comes from Detroit.
February 11th, 2009
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March 4th, 2009
Sure, act like you only have casual knowledge of the juggalo culture and then name-drop Faygo. I hope for your sake that you only picked that up in the Vice article.
March 4th, 2009
I knew someone was going to call me out on that.
March 5th, 2009
I managed to go nearly my entire life so far without hearing a single song of theirs. ICP would come up in conversation and people would say “if you like the Beastie Boys…” and I DO like the Beastie Boys. I assumed that the music must be interesting IN SPITE of their fans and the whole clown/wrestling thing. So one day about a year ago I thought I might download some ICP and I found a discography. I ended up with about 30 albums including solo and side projects. I didn’t like any of it. Every once in a while I’ll listen to my whole digital collection on random and then have to go into last.fm and delete the history of any ICP that slipped through.