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ICP Is Suing the FBI For Messing Up Their Hot Topic Money

I am headed to a fair to watch Rough Trucks doing things that god did not intend. but this came across my satellite desk from Vice and i felt it was important. THE FBI is fucking up ICP’s money:

Last night, I was chilling with Joseph Bruce, AKA Violent J of ICP, in his bus at the 13th annual Gathering Of The Juggalos. He told me that “ICP is going to do something huge for our fans, and the world. We’re suing the FBI to be taken off their list. They’re trying to kill our band, and we have to fight back…”

…In the weeks leading up to this year’s Gathering Of The Juggalos, ICP’s attorneys warned that “there’s no telling what’s gonna happen at the Gathering this year. This is the first time we had the festival now that we’re a ‘gang.’ According to the FBI, we’re all at a gang rally, and our merchandise is gang apparel.”…

…Violent J explained how the FBI’s ruling has affected ICP’s business in a major way: “When they made that list, stores like Hot Topic stopped carrying our stuff, because they don’t want to be selling gang apparel…”

Video: Vanilla Ice “Rockstar Party”

From his newly-released WTF (Wisdom, Tenacity, Focus), here’s Vanilla Ice’s video for “Rockstar Party”.

Get krunk wid it! WOO WOO!

Live Review: Insane Clown Posse at the LC– U Don’t Wanna Tussle With A Down Ninjette

Photos by Kirk Kline

Following a trail of destruction is easy. You might have seen the path of tornadoes in Oklahoma as they swooped and destroyed neighborhoods. Walking up to the LC on Sunday night the path of destruction was evident. You could see sticky dried brown liquid on the ground and you could hear it with every step. Yup, high fructose corn syrup all over the ground and that means one thing; the Insane Clown Posse were in town.

The Dark Carnival was on one side of the street and Ringling Brothers on the other side. Both have clowns and both have differing types of clientele. Police were stationed facing the LC. Kirk tried asking the cop a question and was ignored. He knew where we were headed. We knew where we were headed. Ugh. You could hear juggalos over the traffic “WOOT WOOT!”   Continue reading