In September 2003, Insane Clown Posse was voted the worst band of any musical genre in Blender, with The Wraith: Shangri-La named as the group’s worst album. Despite describing Insane Clown Posse as “imbecilic white rappers”, the magazine complimented the album for its “charming, good-natured idiocy.” — Wikipedia entry on ICP
Considering all the other crap they had put out prior to this, the message of the liner notes and “Thy Unveiling” really don’t come as a surprise at all. It’s always been obvious that they believe in God and heaven and hell, and are looking to spook other morons into toeing a Christian line in order to get through the pearly gates and perpetually indulge in drug abuse, violence, treating women like pieces of meat, and other suitably holy activities. (*yawn*) Most of the album strongly reflects this.
The Butterfly story: It’s cute that they are that sensitive to the plight of an insect, but heaven’s a lie. Learn from your mistakes and move on, instead of turning them into justification for self-righteous belief in bullshit.
- ‘hate to be yall. and have a juggalo shatter my skull for the carnival’: Implies that juggalos are somehow the most moral people and have the right to send others to hell (Condemning people to eternal torture is itself immoral, btw. :p).
“Birthday Bitches“: mutha facko.
- Third reference to their fondness for Nyquil abuse.
“The Staleness“: brang.
“Hell’s Forecast“: threw (through).
“Homies“: neden (pussy).
- Second reference to abusing Tylenol.
“The Raven’s Mirror“: lease (least).
- Fear of death is decried on the basis of having “eternity” to look forward to. Translation: YOLO, don’t take care of yourself, just hurry up and die so you can go to our imaginary dreamworld in the sky.
- ‘ain’t about making a buck’: Gee, could’ve fooled me.