With the stock of its labelmates falling quicker than a share of Enron,
Twiztid
has shown up right on time with the perfect album to satisfy the cravings of those Faygo-spraying, wrasslin'-watching juggalos. Starting off the album with a very spooky, very scary intro about the green book,
sounds like a half-hearted attempt at a flaccid
Kid Rock
or
Everlast
recording session gone very wrong. Even appearances by the main juggalos themselves can't save this ship from sinking. Granted,
The Green Book
is much, much better than the last
ICP
card record, but looking at the forest from the trees, that really isn't saying much anymore. ~ Rob Theakston