The Insane Clown Posse introduced themselves to the world (well, at least Detroit) with their debut album, Carnival of Carnage. It pretty much spelled out their ludicrous sex'n'drugs'n'crime'n'murder'n'Faygo manifesto in no uncertain terms, since subtlety was never part of their agenda. All ICP want to do is rock the house as if they were a third-rate Beastie Boys supported by a cut-rate Faith No More, all tempered with the sensibility that made GWAR cult heroes -- only with, you know, more sexism and jokes that are supposed to be street, but wind up sounding racist. So, Carnival of Carnage delivers exactly what it promises. If you're down with the ICP -- if you're a juggalo (funny how close that is to "jigaboo," isn't it?) -- you'll find that this album got them off on the right track. If you're not with them, this will certainly give you reasons to hate them.
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AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine
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