Over the past few weeks or so, I’ve been so unexpectedly intrigued by something that it’s become a bit of a preoccupation of mine. That “thing” happens to be the Insane Clown Posse. Now before you eat your hearts out, I am by no means (or ends) a “Juggalo” (sad that I’m even humoring this) much less a fucking fan of these guys. Let’s just set that on the table where everyone can see it. And for those of you who have trouble with that,
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For the sake of including a little background on it, the Insane Clown Posse is an American hip hop duo which started in the 90s and dragged its unwilling head into the year 2011. The duo is composed of Joseph Bruce (Violent J) and Joseph Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope) who pose as a couple of “wicked motherfucking clowns” whose names are apparently both Joseph. The more die-hard fans of these men don the label (as well as the clown face-paint) “Juggalo” or “Juggalette” (a name given to the daughters of very unapproving dads).
Expanding from this is a glossary of terms and characteristics specific only to this family of people (cult). Among this glossary comes the more well-known infatuation of Juggalos toward Faygo soft drink, a product which was very affordable and further popularized by the posse, due to its mention and ability to cater to the target audience, the American lower class (I imagine the soda is a very touchy subject amongst fans). In short,
While I’ve known about the ICP for awhile now, I’d never thought much of it, and therein neglected the opportunity to discover it sooner. My obsession is more of an ongoing social experiment, watching the train wreck as it accumulates its own boxcars and battered tracks. The initiative to look into this whole thing was heavily influenced by the introduction to a Juggalo character named “Gamzee Makara” in Andrew Hussie’s Homestuck, an interactive webcomic and part of MS Paint Adventures. Gamzee would tYpE lIkE tHiS and blurt out a series of “honks” mid-speech while communicating any of his feelings through the necessary clown “emoticons” he used so often (“:o)”). From the hilarious mentions of Faygo to the trance-like consumption of poisonous clown pies, it was no longer a question that I’d leave the stone of ICP unturned.
After spending the bulk of last night listening to their music for reference of today’s post, I can honestly admit that while a lot of it is exactly what you’d expect: sex, drugs, faygo, etc., it is surprisingly fast-paced and catchy. It’s safe to say that any sane person wouldn’t be attending this dark carnival for the purpose of subtracting any sort of “deeper meaning” from the lyrics. I’m sure many of you would feel the same after listening to it yourselves.
Among these songs was the infamous “Miracles” whose public video presentation likely gave way to an even worse level of reputation for the ICP, due to its ridiculous notions of natural science and bigotry (on top of the fact that these guys are fucking clowns anyway). But no matter what the reason, I’m sure that Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J hadn’t held much of a fire toward how the general public would react, and produced something they believed would be enjoyed by them and their fans, which was likely the case. Either way, the ICP thinks you should kick back the wicked motherfuckin shit and bust open a couple of red elixirs, on the house.