First studio album for Insane Clown Posse, formerly Inner City Posse, Detroit duo formed by rappers Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope. The duo, buried by the gangsta scene, decide to change course and focus everything on Esham's horrorcore, copying skinny production style and themes by the Detroit rapper, who is also present as a guest here, in the posse of the last song on a drum machine skinny, tight, syncopated and pounding.
Unfortunately, unlike the Esham albums of the period, this effort is disconcerting: the production is terrible, of a very poor level, simplistic, mediocre, at times extravagant and very annoying, made by Mark Clark and Chuck Miller, the rhythms are often composed from a simple and decent boom bap with a skinny, syncopated and slow drum machine, sometimes the beats are darker when the production doesn't decide to meet more commercial choices such as hip house or hip dance, especially in the central part of the tape ("Wizard of the Hood", annoying pop dance rhythm with fast delivery; "Guts on the Ceiling", a good commercial beat, the first accessible and decent beat of the album and the first that allows you to bring the song to the end, despite a slow and cumbersome delivery of the interpreters).
Not even the instrumentals are livable (title track, with weak meager beat and annoying sound in the background; "Is That You", heavy rhythm and slow syncopated delivery, with Kid Rock; the three subsequent indecent tracks, with a random production and lame delivery), while most of the lyrics are bad, at the kindergarten level, although in the authors' intentions they must represent the problems of the ghetto and violence, therefore going not too far from the gangsta themes that they wanted to abandon.
Is there also a bit of political? Yes, where? I don't know, there is no really decent text here, everything seems forced, both the violent bars both the humorous attempts that will never make you laugh — unless you know what humor is — and a lot of random words, as Ben Sisario correctly guessed for Rolling Stone, these white guys want to do some black hip-hop and end up being simple wiggas and even a little posers. From a technical point of view, they are inferior to most of the people — note: not only rappers — present on the music scene in the nineties, I have no idea how they managed to carve out such a large group of fans (the famous "Juggalos"), props to them, however this "horrorcore" effort is indecent and is easily the worst hip-hop album of the year.
Rating: 2/10.
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