Among the many aspects of ICP that I enjoy, their tendency to ramble off into a list of related items, one after another, seems worthy of mention. It’s particularly pervasive in Bang! Pow! Boom! – let’s take a look at my favorite track off the album: Fonz Pond
We’re running along, learning about consequences of navigating cursed locales (fight for air!) when Violent Jay recites: (at 1:53)
- missing children
- swampy depths
- mysteries are secrets kept
- Staring owls
- snakes
- frogs
- leeches living off hollow logs
Next, another standout track: Vultures
Starting at 1:47, the boys rattle off:
- lizards
- bugs
- flies
- mosquitoes
- hookers with drugs
- dirty-ass needles
- alley way cats
- possums
- rats
- killers with gats (attack you with bats)
There are a few reasons I find these lists intriguing. It establishes an interesting sort of environment for the song to place in, populated by a familiar cast of genre-appropriate flora and fauna. A vocabulary is being established, a laundry list of familiars and haunts that dark carnival minions can add to their deck of tricks. It highlights the simple (nearing children’s rhyme territory) structure and flow of the lyrics. As usual, I’m not sure if ICP knows what they’re doing, but I hope it’s all intentional.
The next example is too easy: Miracles
First up, at :30
- the mountains
- trees
- the seven seas
- everything chilling underwater
- hot lava
- snow
- rain
- fog
- long neck giraffes
- pet cats
- dogs
And then at :50
- the sun
- the moon
- Mars
- the Milky Way
- fucking shooting stars
- UFOs
- a river
( Plant a little seed and nature grows )
- Niagara falls
- the pyramids
- everything you believed in as kids
- fucking rainbows after it rains
And then at 1:50
- water
- fire
- air
- dirt
- fucking magnets (how do they work?)
- solar eclipse
- vicious weather
- fifteen thousand Juggalos together
Then my favorite: (2:40)
- crows
- ghosts
- the midnight coast
- the wonders of the world
- (mysteries the most!)
“Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast.” That phrasing is so alluring, verging on nursery rhymes circa Grim’s Fairy Tales – it’s simple and it’s scary. And there’s a tangible sense of atmosphere.
Finally, on the Nuclear Edition of Bang! Pow! Boom! we wander into what I’ve now started fantasizing is ICP’s attempt to release their own list of a few of their favorite things – their Triple Threat Mix track is an impressive slurry of three tracks off the album’s initial release (Beautiful Doom, Creepy Freak Show, and The Clowns Are Back.)
“Everybody dies, gargoyle skies” is another killer line – it drops you right into the graveyard on the outskirts of the dark carnival, ‘Admit One’ ticket clenched in your hand. “Time catches all of us, surpassing everything” follows suit.
And then, these are a few of their fav-or-ite things (1:59)
- blood that oozes slow
- sickos
- creeps
- carnival
- screams that shiver your spine
- the hatchet that hacks the meat out the swine
- the spiders
- the axe still stuck in the head
- two dead bodies (fucking)
- that paint for the smile we wear
- (we caught a witch and cut off her hair)
- gloves that choke the neck
- the joker’s deck
- drums
- demonic guitar
- your last breath in a jar
- killers who stalk you down
et cetera, et cetera. Welcome to the dark carnival, to help newcomers get acquainted with the scenery we encourage you to participate in this wicked scavenger hunt.
Here are a few more things to keep an eye out for (3:32)
- the big top
- the crowd
- cannon blasts
- the tightrope
- lions
- acrobatics (flying)
- babies (crying)
- spectators (scared)
- ape boy
- jugglas
- lady with a beard
and
- the freak show
- house of mirrors
- maze of amazement (gone for years)
- the dunk tank
- guess your size
- the serpent lady’s lies
- tigers (let loose into the crowd)
And who is responsible for all this, you might ask? Well, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce: (4:26)
- the throat chokers
- cut-throat jokers
- ‘juggalotus’ (and you know this)
- most hated band on the planet
- so fresh they can’t stand it
- dark carnival minions
- the duke of the wicked
- the southwest-side ‘stranglord’ himself
They’ve got a litany of titles and everything.
So you’ve got your map, your compass, your guidebook, they’ve packed you a lunch, bought you a new pair of boots, and given you a ride to the trailhead. You know enough (hopefully) to stay away from Fonz Pond, you’re excited about matching wits with the Serpent Lady, and experiencing all the miracles of nature. You are on a fuckin’ journey, homey! Whoop whoop!
… right?