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. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine