Rabin goes deep in to the cultures and music of Insane Clown Posse and Phish, two of the most hated bands going. Along the way the he does his best Hunter S. Thompson and goes on a year long acid, E, coke, etc. bender while chasing Phish on the road.
ICP fans certainly come off as the white trash they are, but you can't help but feel some admiration and sympathy for them. And ICP themselves come across as genuinely nice guys. It's still baffling to me that anyone can listen to Phish, but it was an interesting look in to the modern day version of dead heads.
Read it over a weekend. Recommended.
