When I first heard ICP I thought they were the most clever and insightful band ever to make music.
That day was fucking awesome. The worst part of that day was when I was so happy it was too fucking much and I just wanted to be less happy but I couldn't. I heard awesome music and I danced and I saw some people set a wooden thing on fire. I listened to ICP on the ride home and was struck by how many layers of meaning their music had. Then I went to IHOP with my roommate and tried not to look so fucking impressed with how fucking huge and detailed my omelet was.
I kinda wish ICP was as awesome as they sounded that day.
They're stupid in a deceptively smart way (or maybe vice versa) with a large fan base that's mostly stupid in a spectacularly stupid way. Just like everything else pro wrestling related.
They're certainly better than House Of Pain, at the very least.
A couple decades ago, when suburban white kids discovered rap and started talking and dressing like the black rappers they saw on MTV, I wondered how lame they would look when they hit middle age. This video is the long-awaited answer to that question.
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