Five years from now, Twiztid's second album, the just-released Freek Show, is going to be seen as a masterpiece of post-apocalyptic rap-metal. Its cultural scavenging will be perceived as a sharp and perceptive look at society on the brink of a mass breakdown. And its auteurs, Madrox and Monoxide, will be elevated to the position of new-world prophets, spiritual leaders in a world desperately in need of them. Freek Show is the culmination of . . . ah, fuck it. Freek Show is simply the new album from a pair of jugheaded Insane Clown Posse devotees so enamored of the inane jesters that their whole sham -- two white kids from Detroit decked out in makeup and loaded with "songs" that barely warrant the privilege of being called songs -- comes off like a third-rate suburban tribute show to their mentors (and this to an act that barely deserves more than a passing mention of its own). How awful is Twiztid? If the ode to anus licking or the obvious cover of the Doors' "People Are Strange" on Freek Show doesn't turn you off, the pandering to gullible fans will. We're not sure what to expect from Twiztid in concert, but if it sticks to the ICP playbook that has guided its career so far, chances are good that some sort of sticky beverage will be hurled at the audience, and the word "fuck" will be used a lot. Oh yeah, there'll also be plenty of lame rhymes and feeble beats on display. Shit like this really makes you wanna cozy up to ICP-hater Eminem and think of new ways to ridicule these clowns. Then again -- considering Twiztid's flagrant lack of originality and unlimited surplus of incompetence -- it seems to be doing a pretty good job of that on its own.
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