I don't get the Juggalo thing, guys. I mean, I tend to think that Insane Clown Posse's music is, at most, vaguely listenable, and at worst, f—king terrible. Personally, I prefer when they stay around the middle ground of absolute inanity, as with the widely "loved" song, Miracles.
The point is, the Insane Clown Posse is abso-damn-lutely hitting above their weight class in terms of popularity, and their annual Gathering of the Juggalos festival is proof — somehow, they draw thousands upon thousands of people (allegedly 20,000 in 2009) to Cave-In-Rock, Illinois to party, listen to music, and get completely fucking ruined on substances (for eyewitness accounts, check out Deadspin and the Village Voice).
And one of the high points of the yearly experience, as someone who doesn't want to be given a handjob in a tent by a stranger wearing facepaint, is the yearly infomercial, which tends to be ridiculous as hell. See for yourself:
A few viewing notes for folks before they watch the entire thing:
- The Insane Clown Posse do their damnedest impressions of TV news anchors — or what they think TV news anchors sound like, since I'm not sure they've actually seen a legitimate news program at this point. Though they are wearing ugly suits, wigs, and facepaint, which I still assume is less makeup than actual broadcast journalists wear for their newscasts.
- There's nothing worse than hearing two people "riff" on explaining a band's name (see: Soulfly and Sevendust, who I'm actually surprised still make music, to be honest with you). And it'll happen over and over again.
- Pro wrestling references (including a promo for their Juggalo Championship Wrestling show)!
- Of course, DJ Clay's "Horney Nuts and Big Butts" party gets a shoutout.
Yeah. You need to watch the magic (nearly 30 minutes worth!) for yourself — just be warned, it is NSFW. And might make you dumber.
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