Apparently they have come a long way in this regard. While at the University of Michigan in the early nineties I recall walking through Ann Arbor one evening with a friend when I was passed by a strange looking vehicle. It was a blue Chevy Astro minivan, windows blacked out, covered in airbrushed paintings of the ICP. The wheels were tiny, completely out of proportion to the rest of the car. They looked like you could redline the tach in 4th gear and only go 40mph. The whole thing was surreal and out of place in a town better known for football, visits from the Dalai Lama, and ethnic restaurants.
I had only vaguely heard of the band and knew they were from one of the cultural wastelands that ring Detroit. "Who are those guys?" I asked my friend. "A bunch of clowns who make money by saying 'bitch' a lot," was the reply. "How appropriate that they roll in a GM minivan," I observed.
Another clue that the ICP are smarter than they look: at concerts they douse their fans with Faygo, a popular brand of soda (or pop) in Michigan. They go through hundreds of gallons at each show. But they use DIET Faygo so they don't get all sticky from the high-fructose corn syrup.
I had only vaguely heard of the band and knew they were from one of the cultural wastelands that ring Detroit. "Who are those guys?" I asked my friend. "A bunch of clowns who make money by saying 'bitch' a lot," was the reply. "How appropriate that they roll in a GM minivan," I observed.
Another clue that the ICP are smarter than they look: at concerts they douse their fans with Faygo, a popular brand of soda (or pop) in Michigan. They go through hundreds of gallons at each show. But they use DIET Faygo so they don't get all sticky from the high-fructose corn syrup.
