Wow, Day 300 is on Christmas. This Jew couldn’t have planned that any better. Somehow, it all seems fitting that I’m writing this monumental post about an Insane Clown Posse record, listened to through laptop speakers (I forgot my headphones) in a Southwestern Illinois Holiday Inn. Ho, ho, ho, bitches.
If you spend any time on the internet, you’ve seen the music video for “Miracles.” No description of that monstrosity/masterpiece can do it justice, so I won’t even bother. Check it out, be part of the zeitgeist. That very video served as the inspiration for today’s pick. Insane Clown Posse have been known for making terrible and violent horrorcore music for years, so that track came as a shock to everybody. Why on earth are these morons in face paint rapping about positivity and beautiful feats of nature after more than a decade of tracks about violently murdering people? Not a single good answer surfaced. I hoped that listening to the full record would clue me in as to where exactly this change of heart came from.
I am just as confused now as before I listened to Bang! Pow! Boom!, but I must admit, that it’s a confusion with more direction; a little less chaos. Now, “Miracles” makes complete sense to me within the context of the album. But, when I begin wondering about the album as a whole, I just get a crazy headache.
The conclusion that I’ve come to is that there’s absolutely no reason for this stuff to exist. Whether considering “Miracles” or “To Catch a Predator”—ICP’s gruesome, murder-filled take on the popular Dateline series of the same name—I can’t come up with one purpose that this record, band, or genre of music serves. However, it’s out there, and its chart performance shows that it’ll be around for a while. So, within the idiotic world of Bang!, “Miracles” doesn’t seem all that out of place. Instead of two morons rapping about doing things with human entrails, it’s two morons rapping about Niagara Falls.
Swole Ear 
Hahaha! Perfect for a 300th post. I laughed as soon as I saw it.
Swole-boy rocking “zeitgeist” in a post. That’s a little Wordmaster extra credit, I think. Nice pick. This one time at band camp, I came out of my office across from House of Blues on the night of an ICP concert. The streets were teeming with slack-jawed droolers in face paint and wearing oversized t-shirts of a clown face. It was a little disturbing.
Not one word from you, however, about ICP’s work with Jack White? I still don’t get that one. Some Detroit thing, I suppose, but will he be coupling with Kid Rock next? Perhaps. I would have preferred Jack and Bob Seeger getting together for a Night Moves update.
Also, congrats on Day 300. You have proved the doubters wrong and deserve our accolades. You have given many of us a moment of entertainment every day for ten months, and I, for one, truly appreciate the content you have provided. Rock on with your bad self.
What J$ said. A worthy 300th post, too. Looking forward to the last 65.
Go J-dog!