Insane Clown Posse

We might just be playing devil’s advocate, but for Blender magazine to name Insane Clown Posse the “worst band ever” kind of seems like a misfire. Of course, the music of Violent Jay and Shaggy 2 Dope is utterly useless, banal garbage. Of course, their ravenously adoring “Juggalo” fans are by and large a troupe of bafflingly sophomoric rednecks who express themselves by getting wasted on Robitussin and heading out to shows to spray Faygo all over one another. Of course, Insane Clown Posse is a really, really bad band. But calling them the worst band ever is about as difficult as shooting fish in a barrel with an Uzi. After all, what independent band these days can boast such staggering record sales, longevity and undying fan devotion? How many fat guys with bad haircuts from suburban nowhere can transform themselves into gods with some dime-store rhymes and clown makeup? What band today has created as distinctive a subculture? In terms of originality alone, Insane Clown Posse is a far cry from the worst band ever. And for those who have never experienced the mystifying sociological free-for-all of an ICP show, it is truly unlike any experience on earth. But, yeah, they’re terrible.