Hello Pasty

Is the white minstrelsy of the Insane Clown Posse more than skin-deep?

There is no sex in the 3,000 or so ICP fans currently lined up outside the Roy Wilkins Auditorium, zits pulsing, sweat teeming beneath a gasface of clown makeup. These kids have a hard time approaching girls. And I hope that after they get done chortling at ICP's pseudo porn and gangsta violence, they'll ultimately identify with Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J because they give them what Master P or Warren G cannot: a voice. OK, fine, a mask. But clown love is tough love to come by, and we should take it as it comes. Gabba Gabba Hey.

Insane Clown Posse plays Roy Wilkins Auditorium on Wednesday, September 9; 989-5151.

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