Juggalo Judgment

I'm sure you were thinking there wouldn't be a 4th episode. I'm sure when you saw I made it you thought it would be Aaron on this episode talking about Remember Me, or maybe Father of the Year. Well, keep being wrong, and in the meantime listen to me bring on a brand new guest, never heard before on any podcast, to talk about 2024's Love Lies Bleeding.

Look

If you had

One shot

On one camera

To make a 30 minute zombie film

Would you capture it (on film)?

Or just let it slip?

Today we talk about One Cut of the Dead, and I'm TELLING you right now, go watch it first if you haven't seen it. I'm so serious about this, go watch it, stick with it, you'll understand, just do it.

I don't even know how to summarize this. Jeremy brought me something so light and fun, yet so heavy at the same time. Something so all over the place yet so focused.

What we have is a treatise on the way the black community is controlled through poverty, lack of opportunity, and an entire history that an actual interested party could easily research but frequently is intentionally overlooked by those whose income depends on their ignorance.  But this is no tragedy, we need not subject ourselves to feel bad snuff films in an effort to show support. We can also laugh together, learn and grow, and then when the film ends, go out and lift each other up, be there for the community, and be the helping hand that won't be coming otherwise. This is They Cloned Tyrone (2023).

I bet you thought we were dead.

I bet you wished I was dead.

Well, I jumped off the boat before it blew up, and I'm here to deliver Content directly through your heart like the tip of a giant novelty dart.

Things are different at the bar and grille this year, as I invite the usual suspects back to make me watch some films! Starting off, we have Raw Justice (1994), starring Pam Anderson in a tertiary role while taking up as much promotional space as possible because David Keith wasn't gonna sell this movie. With plenty of action, adventure, and ambiguous acts of anal, this movie is sure to be something you can watch.

Schmeev loves Boondox. He talks about it all the time. He always says "Mike, I've had it with ICP. I don't care about Twiztid. I don't have any Dead Homies. I really wanna hear about the coolest scarecrow since Jonathan Crane". Yup, we're breaking kayfabe here. All that stuff you hear in Juggalo Judgment episodes is for show. He's just that convincing. Dude should be an actor.

Anyways, Boondox teamed up with Mike E. Clark to produce his 2010 record and it's definitely southern and spooky. It also may have one of the worst Juggalo "love" songs we've come across yet. Grab your harmonica and banjos, we're about to go... South Of Hell.

Back to the hell where you've come from. The untimely passing of Bon Scott in 1980 seems like it would have put AC/DC back on the shelf for a while, and certainly some parents wished that was the case. Just a year later, they would release one of the best selling albums of all time, firmly cementing their place as rock legends while paying tribute to the memory of their former front man. Now led by Brian Johnson, a man who somehow sounded just like the iconic voice they just lost, they were set to carry on to this very day, playing the one song they know. Join us on our journey through another all-time classic, Back In Black.

You're only young, but you're gonna die. The last thing anyone wants to hear from their doctor, and the first we hear on this album. Back in my high school days, I was a hard sell on the pop punk, emo, etc. scene. As I got older, I became less of a classic rock snob and opened my mind to a lot of the music I unfairly pushed aside, and on finally giving My Chemical Romance a fair shake, I found a bounty of fantastic rock music. A different flavor from what I grew up with, but with that same feel and attitude. So today we take a journey through the band's foray into a far more theatrical performance, but still with that solid foundation of whatever the genre-knowers wanna call it, in The Black Parade.

Changes aren't permanent, but change is. I was certainly experiencing a lot of changes in my life through my late teens and early twenties, from new experiences to new beliefs to new tastes in music. In those years a band showed up on my radar with such a unique sound, blending prog rock with pop punk and topping it with a sci-fi story about...something, I dunno. I think it's like Final Fantasy but the guys that wanna kill God are the bad guys in this one. Regardless of the incoherence, it blew me away and became one of my new favorite things. Later on, after seeing them live, I realized I had been missing out on an entire half of their catalogue, despite owning it, and went back to listen with fresh ears, and finally it all clicked and I was in, front to back. The band's second outing in particular stuck with me, and also with a good homie of mine who i would not meet for another 10+ years. Now we join forces to take on Coheed & Cambria's In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3.

When I was...a young boy...my father...influenced a lot of the music I listened to. I grew up on Kiss, AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult, Pink Floyd, Kansas, the classic rock/prog rock spectrum. Sitting atop the pinnacle of mount prog was Rush, a Canadian power trio who pushed the limits of 70's rock radio and how long a song could be while still getting radio play. With one of the greatest rock drummers on the face of the planet, one of the greatest rock bassists on the face of the planet, and a guitarist who deserves way more recognition but is overshadowed by the rarity of the other two outstanding members, they carved a path to being not just a Canadian cultural staple, but a worldwide name. Join these two intrepid dorks on their journey through one of their shared favorite albums full of sick riffs, wicked drum fills, and that classic Neil Peart storytelling we talk about all the time on this show with 1981's Moving Pictures.

Big thanks and big love to Jeremy for joining, always love to have the homie on the show. Check out Grit City Punk, Underground Table, and Grey Note Records!

Tis the season of... fuck it, I can't paint a picture of a winter wonderland in March. While Halloween might be the go-to holiday for many Juggalos, Psychopathic Records have had their fair share of jingles celebrating that special time of year where everyone is spending far too much money to show they love each other and depression is at an all-time high. In December of 2009, Twiztid decided to bestow a gift to the Juggalos in the form of a new compilation filled with holiday cheer. Whether you were one of the lucky 100 who got a limited copy at Big Ballas or perused Twiztid's website for a free high-quality download, they hooked you up, and now we're finally talking about it. And to join us, who better than Mr. Twiztid History himself, Daddy DIFTUG, Robbie! He sits down as we... wait a minute... *checks notes*... my apologies, due to Robbie being kidnapped by S.O.N. at the time of recording, we found the 5th best option, Blade. Oh well. Get the hot cocoa, wrap some presents, and try not to think of how bad the economy is as we dive into... Cryptic Collection Holiday Edition.