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Insane Clown Posse – Great Milenko Review
More like Great Mistinko.
The Great Milenko, ICP’s “fourth joker card,” promises “a parade of freaks, jugglers and death.” What is this? The Bush Administration? Nope, it’s sixteen tracks of crap that millions of people bought, listened to and still, so help us, enjoy on a daily basis as they drive their beat-up Grand Ams to their fast food jobs.
What’s always bothered me most about this album is how many times ICP contradicts themselves. Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope claim to have been visited by the spirit of the Dark Carnival and were given “a specific message telling the world to change their evil ways before the end consumes us all” – yet the only way they can ever figure out how to solve their problems is by resorting to violence. The lame “rapping” found on “How Many Times” and “Hall of Illusions” is a perfect example of the dichotomy found throughout the album and illustrates this point. ICP finds fault in men that beat their wives…but it’s OK for ICP to kill these villains in violent ways. It’s wrong for motorists to honk their horns at Violent J but OK for him to beat them up for doing so. It’s wrong to be rich but OK slit the throat of someone because they’re wealthy. It’s OK kill “the dirty old man in the trailer park” (presumably because he’s dirty). And on and on. Violence solves violence often seems to be the message.
ICP constantly resorts to profanity because there’s nothing vaguely hardcore about them. Most of the songs on Great Milenko are imagined revenges for imagined slights. When it comes to real life, all ICP can muster to rap about is going to the DMV to pay parking tickets, getting stuck in traffic and having their stereo (which doesn’t work) stolen.
Where ICP falls short in the street rep category they more than excel in the stripping-the-pockets-of-fools category as evidenced by the mob of fans they’ve created, the Juggalos. Well, I hate to break it to you fellas but ICP doesn’t think much of you Juggalos. “What is a Juggalo” suggests that a Juggalo is basically a moron, someone who’s “unstable” and uneducated. A Juggalo is also described as a “dead body” – which is amusing since Shaggy declares “I ate a dead body” in ” Down with the Clowns.”
With inconsistencies everywhere you turn (and I don’t just mean in the uninspired beats) it’s difficult to make out exactly what ICP is trying to get across, though it hardly matters to their thick-skulled fans, many of whom never passed remedial English. “The Neden Game,” another song about random violence, declares that the boys aren’t having “no richie bitches,” yet “Just Like That”‘s entire premise is about scoring with some rich girls. We can only assume that all ICP really gets are the “fat girls” they wish for on track 3, “Hokus Pocus.” Or maybe they just stick to each other – it’s not hard to see why Eminem made such remarks. I mean, any song that mentions “bending over,” “nuts” and “butthole” all in rapid succession (“House of Horrors”) should make one suspicious.
But you know, I think Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope understand all this. They know that they went out and played a bunch of suckers and I can promise you that they’re already living in those mansions that they dream of in “Pass Me By” sleeping with the richie bitches they pretend to despise. They never had any qualms about making a big pile of steaming shitty music that became the biggest deterrent to white people getting respect in the rap scene since Vanilla Ice. Lucky them, unlucky us.