Lyrically, there's not a single chopped-up hillbilly or chatty STD to be found instead, the group praises the mysteries of earth, from the sun to Niagara Falls to giraffes.
In April, the group released a music video for a piano-plinking, synth-heavy song called " Miracles." In the clip, Bruce and Utsler, dressed all in white, cavort in front of a series of epic, if poorly done greenscreen backdrops-the pyramids, outer space, a giant telescope. That is, until last spring, when the men behind ICP did something so strange, so offensive, the rest of the world couldn't help but take notice: They got deep. And though ICP has been signed to major labels several times, each deal has collapsed. Radio stations and MTV mostly refuse to play the band, while critics have declared ICP the worst act in music (Blender) and dismissed the group as a modern-day minstrel act (Spin). Not surprisingly, the music industry has long treated ICP with the sort of wary contempt with which one would eye a Chinese battery landfill. It's most proudly displayed during the group's live act, in which Bruce and Utsler-both of whom hail from the suburbs-disguise themselves with black and white clown makeup and throw gangsta leans while dousing their audiences with sticky geysers of Faygo, a midwestern econo-buy soda. The ICP aesthetic is a below-brow mix of Tales from the Crypt comics gore and puerile shock-jockery.
"Our shit is definitely male-oriented," Bruce says. In ICP's world, rednecks are carved up and eaten ("Chicken Huntin'"), pedophiles are stabbed in the colon ("To Catch a Predator"), and STDs get their own anthems ("Bugz on My Nugz," which is performed, in part, in the imagined style of high-pitched venereal crabs). In the two decades since Bruce and Utsler formed the group, they've churned out more than a dozen albums' worth of gleefully misogynist, cartoonishly violent songs. Of course, that's not saying much, seeing how ICP's discography comprises some of the most profoundly vile music ever made. It might even be one of Insane Clown Posse's best songs. For an ode to hygienic necrophilia, "Truth Dare" is surprisingly hummable. On Disgusting from the 2012 Young Sinatra: Undeniable mixtape, Logic spits 9.5 SPS.The song ends, and Bruce beams in his chair. That's impressively even faster than Rap God, syllable-per-second-wise, but contains fewer words than Rap God. On 100 Miles & Running from his 2018 album YSIV, the Rattpack wraps up approximately 11.7 syllables per second, or in other words, 69 words in under nine seconds. Rapper Logic is no stranger to fast-rapping. There's no denying that these 10 rappers can go head-to-head against Em, in terms of fast rapping. In fact, some old school rappers were rapping fast long before him. Related: 10 Pics Showing Trista & Ryan Sutter’s Relationship Through The YearsĮven though Eminem is famous for his fast rapping, it does not represent more than 10% of his long-lasting discography. On his latest Juice WLRD-assisted single, Godzilla, from Music to be Murdered By, Eminem packs an impressive record of 10.93 syllables per second, much faster than his previous record on Rap God (9.6 syllables/second). Being a fast rapper does not always equal being one of the greats, but Eminem executes it properly.