Seventeen year-old boys of the world unite. Your spokesmen for
violent intentions and hatred for females are back on the scene with
their fifth album. The really tragic part about this misogyny-laden
album is that there are a lot of great samples ranging from 70's funk
to calliope music to Beck, and even some good lyrics. The bottom
line however is that The Amazing Jeckel Brothers by Insane Clown
Posse (ICP) is nothing more than "music to strangle your
ex-girlfriend to." This Detroit duo, Violent J. and Shaggy 2 Dope, did
a great job of offending my eardrums for nearly 70 minutes.
The musical merits of this album (which at best have a Cypress Hill
feel mixed with a West coast drive) as clouded as they are by
rantings about murdering women, could be appreciated if only they
weren't further interrupted by corny choruses, and recorded skits
also about killing people. Now I'm not one to admit allegiance to
transmission theory. I don't truly feel that lyrics, even ones this sick
and depraved, could really influence the people who listen. But, it
really doesn't make for an enjoyable listen.
Let's start with the bad, of which there is a lot. Most weak on the
album are tracks titled, "Another Love Song," which you can guess
is anything but, another happy little ditty called "I Stab People," a
Frankenstien influenced tune that would make Mary Shelly and Mel
Brooks cry, called, "Mad Professor," and the aptly named "Bitches,"
which was cut with ODB, and makes even him look bad. Least
favorite printable line that sums up the entire album: "Girl I used to
love you but now you gotta die" from "Assassins." That's not only
bad, it's stolen. It's not all as terrible as that however. Some of the
tracks have a certain amount of palatability.
If you go to great lengths to ignore their ignorance and laugh at
their sophmoric wit for what it is, tracks such as "I Want My ••••,"
which chronicles the life of an immortal clown who only wants a
rusty axe, a lesson in voodoo, and a drink before he can die. "••••
the World" is good in that it insults everybody equally including Ted
Nugent. "The Shaggy Show" adds a slight tint of creativity, brought
mostly by the guest appearance of guest Snoop Dogg. He sounds
rather disinterested in the "Juggalo-sound" which ICP boasts about.
Some of the songs are good, but they all lack a professional editing
and production quality that would accentuate the good and lose the
bad. A prime example is the last track, "Nothing's Left," in which
some idiot put a guitar in some other idiot's hand and then let it go
through to the final mix.
It's not easy to crawl your way out of a niche, but for ICP to ever
make a decent album, they must shed the whole women hating
thing. It takes a sound with the potential to be funny and cutting
edge and just makes it obnoxious.