Boondox @ Clubhouse Music Venue

My girlfriend and I took a drive up the 60 past Globe to the gorgeous Salt River Canyon. You should go! It's scenic! Along the way is a weird little decrepit thing called Seneca, Arizona. It once was supposed to be a resort run by the San Carlos Apaches, but loans were defaulted on in the '70s and things now are pretty rough. The few remaining buildings are trashed, burned out, and littered with broken glass, balloons, an inexplicable amount of plastic picnic knives, and one eternal word, scrawled in graffiti above a crumbling fireplace: "Juggalo." Because of course it was. The acolytes of the Insane Clown Posse are a fun-loving bunch, contemptuous of social niceties (and, apparently, intact panes of glass). They revel in spelunking life's dark side, as horrorcore rapper Boondox does on South of Hell, his third album. The morbid lyrics fit the Georgia native's persona, that of a clown-faced, country-bred scarecrow. Boondox, born David Hutto, reportedly spent months with Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope fine-tuning his image, outfits, and marketing after getting noticed selling his mixtapes at an ICP concert. Boondox doesn't meld hip-hop and country as creatively as, say, Bubba Sparxxx, but the sound does accurately reflect the concerns and preferences of the ICP/Juggalos' downtrodden, rural fan base. Decrepit houses get trashed all over the country, after all.