In the suburbs outside Detroit during 1994 and 1995 — the years I followed horror-rap duo Insane Clown Posse's rise to local infamy — there was, I now realize, nothing more uncool than an ICP fan. In any parking lot, in any neighborhood that wasn't actually in Detroit, you could find at least a few cars that sported loud, giant stickers of cackling, murderous clowns in their rear windows. ICP was an inexplicable phenomenon, it seemed, and its fans — "juggalos" —... More >>>