By David Edelman

Daily Arts Writer

The wicked, wicked clowns are back with their new album entitled Bizzar, which is sure to rage a dispute within the record industry: Satirical masterpiece or a piece of utter stupidity? Hell I'm not even gonna take sides in this debate. No one can make that decision but one's self. One warning first: If you're new to ICP, you're in for a filthy, merciless ride into the Dark Carnival of hell.

Now that you're prepared for the worst it's quite the surprise when the album starts off on the slow side (well, at least for ICP). The first few tracks are nothing special; ICP raps to one beat, one theme, graced with excessive use of the F word. Even being hypnotized by the album cover doesn't make the first couple tracks any more interesting (I tried), and the red question marks just add to your sense of confusion. Could the opening songs have caught Shaggy Too Dope and Violent J in a mild mood? What is this? You are pretty much waiting for what they are going to throw at you next. Maybe all the slack they took from the media for influencing the Columbine shooting taught these guys a thing or two about using violence and vulgarity in their music? Wait a minute. Listen to "Behind the Paint" first. I didn't think so. These guys embrace controversy with open arms. "Still Stabbin" is bound to be a hit with the folks of the little clowns. These guys don't mind negative attention, it fuels their music so they can do what they do best, blast everything they hate in this world with lyrical animosity. By "Rainbows and Stuff" these crazed makeup maniacs are back to their roots rapping about railing the mommies of newborn babies, flag poles, fat chicks, bee hives, skinny guys even little puppy dogs. My, my, my, the Insane Clown Posse even gets their ever so expected revenge on Eminem with a nice tribute to his mother, ha ha. If you can stomach this stuff, it sure can be funny. Otherwise go back to the minors and give the CD booklet a try. It's jammed packed with a goody bag of sickening fun for everyone. Who needs song lyrics when you can play ICP's very own Crossword Bizzar, Can you decipher the Juggalo code, Mad Libs for maniacs and a board game, which races you against your opponent to see who cures their ass herpes - oh yeah, watch out for the feared burning piss, it moves you back two spaces. Wow, it's like Highlights for Trailer Park Trash Elementary School.

Dice must be assembled yourself, board game pieces not included and remember consult Bizzar CD booklet for rules and instructions. Play nice now, kiddies.

Grade: B