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A younger Joe Bruce expresses his wishes in the fifth track “Growing Again”, to one day “Be the biggest motherfucker alive, that’d be the shit”. With the release of this LP, The Tempest, he and Shaggy riding shotgun on his shoulder achieve a status of magnitude greater than King Kong standing on Godzilla’s shoulders.

Ever since 1989 the Wicked Clowns have been putting it down creating their own sound with the release of Party on top of the Hill. Over the endless year of blood, sweat, and tears The Tempest has been circulating over the oceans undetected, until the year 2007, in which on March 20, took an unsuspecting nation of Juggalos and normals alike by total surprise. Recently after the release of the almighty 6th Jokers Card, The Wraith, ICP’s sound has undergone quite a few changes that has left their fan base in a void, questioning their “Juggaloism”. Obviously many weren’t as down as they had claimed to be and just dropped the group. Yet at the same time the two had managed to captivate the minds of others alike across the globe to come along for this ride.

Hailing from Motor City, Detroit, Michigan, The Insane Clown Posse, Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope, have become more familiarly known to the mainstream as “The most hated band in the world”. Those who think this is complete nonsense (such as myself) have continually purchased the works of this wickedly, fresh duo. ICP is on of the most slept on talents in the music industry in the times of yester-year, today, and maybe for days to come, who knows right? Only time will tell.

The sequel to a somewhat considered flop, The Calm, which to some it wasn’t, it was just the two still figuring out what it was they’re doing, now that their mission to spread the word of the Dark Carnival before it’s arrival is over. The Calm was ICP delivering another message to those who would take the time from their busy, materialistic driven days that this storm was brewing up and there was only one way for it to expand, everywhere.

The intro to it is hands down one of the most wickedest, craziest, freshest intro for this CD. After which straps you down nice and tight in your cart, the first one you lucky son of a bitch!

The rickety, rackity, clackity, slits of wood just go higher and higher in to the sky, which is shot more red than the freshly squeezed blood from your busted eardrums. Steaming, hail-force winds are blowing more hard the higher you ascend, with streaks of lightning flashing brighter than a megawatt bulb in an enclosed, tiny space with a Closter Phobic.

The ride has only just begun as the speed of the Alley Rats hit you full force in your gumpy chin. After the split second descent of insanity your caught, trapped in a series of crazy turns of Haunted Bumps kicking your head harder than a pack of 6 wild ninjas to the left. Then an even more sharp turn to the right, into the feet of a recently returning mammoth of a giant from outer space, Violent J who keeps Growing Again and again, the tallest motherfucker alive!

The ride then slows down a tad bit, while keeping a force of speeds pushing the skin on your cheeks up on your forehead. It then becomes a bumpy one again, with the rhythm of the Hum Drum Boogie. After the rhythmic bumps that have almost catapulted you from your seat, you see that it calms down when you hear those tunes kicking in from the conductors mega-phone bumpin’ Do This. The very though runs though your mind at the same time,

“I can do this, I just might make it off alive, or with my lunch still inside.”

Certainly this must be true, yet you see that your thoughts we all but right, as you hit a straight drop full of neck cuts and guitar riffs.

You see your car in the parking lot at this time and you see some ruffians around it in which you yell, “Watch my Ride!” to only find that they had fucked it up, fucked it up, fucked it up! The track slows down again forcing you to lose your lunch jocked full of nuggets, chips, and dip with a splash of Faygo. The very tip top of the highest point on this crazy ride, you look to the left, nothing, then to the right you see a Tower. And as the colossal coaster begins to drop yet again for more murder, hilarious turns and twists you hear a bullet wiz pass your noggin shooting straight from the tower.

Seeing as your on the carnival grounds you see that Club Chaos is popin’ off, and for some reason even more mysterious, you wound up walking through the doors. DJ Clay is hosting The Party and spots you out, cuts the volume, and slaughters your ears on the turntables. Who other than Shaggy the Clown bursts on the scene jumping into the mix making Clay’s butt hole spit in his pants. You blink to find that you were just seeing things, in a hallucinogenic like daze only imagining the whole thing. Someone screamed out “The rides almost over!” You sigh in relief. Then a series of spirals and loops cause your head to be screwed on your body backwards as you shriek out “Why?!” they reply “Bitch I Lied”.

Oddly enough before you walked in the front gates of this Carnivalistic Paradise everything was written in Spanish except the sign a quarter and a half mile then forty-three feet down a dirt trail which read “Welcome to Mexico City”.

The end is in sight and you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. The ride is finally over as you squeeze your belly in disbelief that you could fit all that food in there, which sadly enough you lost. You get off the ride at the end of the line with the only thoughts of extreme hunger, and strange pull to want another go ’round! While waiting in line the duo of demented, juggling, Juggalos, are posted up next to the line with Mike E. Clark playing the piano Karaoke style breaking into song. Letting you know what it would be like “If I were a Serial Killa”. But in this realm they are, from having just verbally murdered your eardrums for the last fifty-six minutes on this crazy-ass ride of whips, turns, twists, rolls, bounces, and loopty-loops.

In my opinion you should take your head from between your butt cheeks and quit listening to that bull shit you’re used to and peep this much, long awaited album. All I can say about it honestly is that it is simply better than great.

Tracklisting

1. The Sky is Falling
2. Ride the Tempest
3. Alley Rat
4. Haunted Bumps
5. Growing Again
6. Hum Drum Boogie
7. I Do This!
8. What About Now?
9. Watch My Ride
10. News at 6 O’Clock
11. The Tower
12. The Party
13. Bitch I Lied
14. Play My Song
15. Mexico City
16. If I was a Serial Killer

Websites

InsaneClownPosse.com
MySpace.com/InsaneClownPosse
PsychopathicRecords.com

Record Label:

• Psychopathic Records

Release Date:

• 03/20/2007

Reviewer:

• Whipstick