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Insane Clown Posse, Jugganauts: The Best of ICP
Island Records, Oct. 30, 2007
Try as you might, you may not have the right stuff to become a Juggalo, i.e. a card-carrying Insane Clown Posse fan capable of displaying the proper head-trauma behavior. ICP connoisseurs won’t give this best-of the time of day because it’s composed only of songs featured in the three Island Records releases, and in fact “real” Juggalos smell a corporate conspiracy — The Man is trying to hijack ICP — but seeing anti-rebel conspiracy in something as corporate as ICP is what Juggalos do. It’s like saying the Big ’n Tasty is a plot by McDonald’s to swindle people who like the taste of real hamburgers.

If you like your rap served metallic and underdone-Beastie Boys-style, the poor, downtrodden ICP is for you. In a warped way they’re the Kiss of rap — simple, stupid, constantly complaining about not getting on the cover of Rolling Stone. “F--- the World” is a good case in point. Everything can just eff off, man, OK, except of course for repetitive, one-idea emcees (who are sort of corporate, if my Hipness Cabal subscription is still current) and any repetitive gangsta-rapper who might have actually held a firearm once. C — E. W. S.