way to be surprise entertained! Great post and interesting to see such a glut of elitist comments here on good old BB…

As someone who attends a lot of quite different festivals and squat parties here in the uk, I can totally see how this is appealing and empowering for a lot of these people – as to the ‘hate’ in the music, I’m a thorough bread middle class pacifist alternative hippy type, who loved rocking out to Rage against the machine/henry rollins/nwa/cypress hill etc – It can be about the energy and parts of the lyric as opposed to the whole crazy thing.

I think people are maybe taking things a little to literally, and should maybe try and experience something like this with an open mind before calling down their judgment on it.

Having said that, and with my experience, I aint goin. nuh uh. I like fluffy happy to much.

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Foreshadowing for the smoking mother?

LOL at “Jugaloo”. Sounds close to “boogaloo”… that would be so awesome.

Because when it comes to snobbery and hatred of the working class, we lead the world.

I used to ride around with a friend of mine who’s boyfriend used to play shotgun DJ and blast The Great Malinko. All. The Fucking. Time.
It was nauseatingly annoying.

That’s when ICP was popular in the mainstream. I thought they were a hip hop Weird Al Yankovic for people who love B-Horror flicks and low brow humor and would fade away as a novelty act.

But then they inexplicably go underground and develop a cult following. I don’t get it. And I also don’t get why someone would want to join said cult following. Every Juggalo I’ve come across is just an annoying dick in clown makeup.

Let’s listen to crappy music and act like dicks! Some cult. But then, I guess there have always been sub cultures like that…

perhaps if you didn’t post as anonymous you wouldnt feel so threatened by my opinion?

I come from a working class family, originally from Wopping in London and now live in Essex. My family still managed to drag themselves a couple of notches above the poverty line and bring me up with a bit of common decency. While not exactly a saint – in my younger years I used to smoke skunk and take ecstasy and am still partial to the odd binge drinking session – I can safely say that I have never mugged an oap or beaten a woman. I’ve never sold hard drugs to school children or burgled homes. However there is a sub-culture of idiots that think its okay to do these things in our country and I drew a parallel with these juggalo-idiots. Just a different flavor of transatlantic white trash in my opinion. I abhor these people. If that makes me a snob them so be it.

The earlier subculture you’re thinking of is probably the classic “Clowns Who Act Like Dicks.”

I never understood it either. Me, I was always more into Reasonably Well-Adjusted Clown Posse. They drink wheatgrass, hold pilates classes, and go to therapy.

Eventually I grew out of the music itself – but still believe some of the messages they attempt to portray are noble. the parts about family, friends and dealing with the shitty hand you get dealt all resonate within me still.

People that get hung on on the lyrical content, are in my opinion being ridiculous. Besides the necrophilia, nothing they sing or write about has not been already done by any genre of music.

I find most rap and hip hop in general talks about woman in some derogatory fashion. implying that ICP has a monopoly on the degrading woman in music market is crazy at best.

LOLZ! ^_^

There is no bottom.

The lyric sensibility of what few ICP compositions I had read was vile. I read them because a friend’s daughter had been begging to go to an ICP show. I found their so-called “music” merely a carrier wave for hatred of women. And society. I have an average person’s tolerance for parody, sarcasm etc but what I read from ICP’s semantic intent is grimly evil. In a fashion evocative of George Sodini.

its ok to hate and discriminate against people whom no one would notice should they suddenly disappear.

Do you know them? How are you sure that no one would notice their disappearance? Do you know, somehow, that they have no friends or family?

Or are you assuming that their friends and family would suddenly disappear along with them, and that they don’t interact with anyone outside their socio-economic bracket, so this little disappearance is all self-contained?

That’s a loathsome opinion: that it’s okay to hate and discriminate against the socially invisible. That, as long as no one’s looking, it’s okay to be cruel to people.

I sincerely hope that you didn’t think any of this through before you posted that, and that you might reconsider your stated opinion.

I was quite repulsed by any association with ICP in 2000 when an old roommate would insist on blasting their atrocious beats and lyrics in his filthy underwear. I have no desire to be witness to anything resembling that ever again. Please stop.

In short, this sucks, and I am a snob, and am proud of a taste sufficiently refined as to be repulsed by such vile trash.

Second of all, what a seriously elitist crowd here. I don’t like the music, and it’s a little light on the brain stimulation for me, but I can’t object to how other people live their lives as long as they’re not hurting anyone. I’ve heard of several examples of ‘the family’ being incredibly nice and helpful. This is not what I would have expected from the lyrical content of the songs, and I can’t help but smile at a subculture that values kindness and friendship. Not everyone has the support, impetus, knowledge, opportunity, or necessity to pull themselves up by their bootstraps (up to where?). Some people are happy where they are, and that is a hugely awesome thing that is incredibly rare.

I’m suspecting that the music’s become the backdrop for the gathering. Somewhat like hippie festivals all over. It’s not really about the lyrical content, but the fact that everyone knows the lyrics.

What I do not like: the lyrical content does seem to condone violence and ignorance, and it can be used to justify abhorrent behavior. It also reinforces negative and damaging stereotypes.However, this music somehow has paradoxically generated a place where people can hang out and have a really good time for a couple days.

Oh, and the smoking pregnant woman. Sure, people have been smoking for an ungodly amount of time while pregnant, but that’s no justification for what we now know about how it can effect the fetus (and the mom). That made me cringe.