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Peabody's Concert Club in Cleveland, Ohio

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Having just pulled myself from out of the dirt after being buried alive from the Clockwork Grey Tour I had come to find that my town of Cleveland had become a land of toxic freaks and terrible happenings. Birds and Airplanes fell outta the sky from a 250-mile radius, lime green fumes were arising from within the sewers, and the Juggalos came out to play. The Toxic Terror Tour had surely brought the undeniably wickedest shit from the streets of the devilish D-town, Detroit!

Stepping up to attempt wig-flippage were Flint’s own Project Born. If you bump the ol’ school clown love shit then you’ve heard these guys at least twice; once on Forgotten Freshness’ song “Graveyard” and Hatchet History’s “I’m Losing It ft. ESHAM”. Personally I am not a fan of the guys. Their attitude when amongst the crowd is just:

“Yea boy, you should hound dog me ’cause we were the first act signed to Psychopathic Records besides ICP, swing from my nuts please?!”

They still seemed to have more than a few fans in the crowd, from overlooking I’d seen Lo’s and Lette’s alike mumbling along to the beat. At the end of their set they saved the song’s “Graveyard” and “Fuck With Me ft. ICP”. I think they did that so that they could go out with people defiantly singing along to something they knew. I’ll admit I was down with “Graveyard” it is a fresh ass track, I just wasn’t a fan of this set or group too much.

Moving right along through the sludge and waste flown in from the toxic-wasteland, Zug Izland, was time for a switch up. DJ Clay was on the bill, but wasn’t there to really grip the mic and spit line after line, instead he took to the tables of fury and gave the vinyl something to beg for. He hopped up on them bitches during each set change, which was a really fucking fresh way to keep the energy going and the crowd enthused as to what was next. Overall he did a whole set of Juggalo favorites that if you like(d) Psychopathic Records you’d hear something you dug fosho.

After the first set change slowly waddled the Mega-ton heavyweights of the wicked shit straight from the D to take everything you have to eat. If you can’t figure it out here’s another hint, The King of Horrorcore and Bizarre one himself. Finally you’re on my page and guessed it! Both King Gordy and Bizarre came out onto the stage each taking turns to do their own songs while still hyping each other up. It was pretty phat, then both of these dudes in a somewhat choreographed motion ripped off their own shirts exposing what it is to be a FAT KID reppin’ it live and loud.

Third up to bat was the skarcrow straight out of the back roads of Newton County. This dude was bringing the flava of the south with a deadly mixture of the Moonshine he be chugging on, the toxic sludge that was tossed around, and the straw hat which stays permanently on his dome-piece. Boondox’s set was very similar to what it always is. But for some reason, this time he was more excited and hype. Something that had also added to his flava may have been accidental. The way the lighting was set up each time he would hit a certain spot of the stage a huge eight-foot silhouette would light up to the left of the stage presenting this huge ass, giant, black Boondox. He finally did some new shit amidst his somewhat played out performance. Bumpin’ tracks from Krimson Kreek as well as My Van from Psychopathics From Outer Space 3. He was a tad more fresh, he’s from down south, and he likes to see the red mist squirt. Get to the merch booth and get your self a Boondox shirt.

Once the crowd was done Sweating to the Horrorcore came the demented duo, the chain-smoking, fat Siamese fetus, TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZTIIIIIIIID! They came there with a few purposes, be fat and smoke a ‘port at a moments notice. Now as we all know this tour was supposed to happen last year, but because of tom-foolery on motor scooter Monox-boogie had torn his MCL in his knee, prohibiting him from doing the tour on doctor’s orders. FUCK THAT, it’s been a long eight-month recovery process, but thank God it’s finally over and they’re here to give all killers something to ride to. Affixed with Ol’ School paint and hair styles the two stormed the stage behind a smoke screen of steam from hot McDonalds food and Newports. Kicking the set so hard it was like getting your nuts stomped out from being on fire; the set hurt all before it, and was hotter than Kelvin. Opening up with Sex, Drugs, Money, & Murder it definitely was something that consisted of all four elements. The whole crowd was hype even like 7 Lette’s jumped in the pit thrown elbows and fists. To close it showing the Family all of the love that they receive the two closed it out with Renditions of Reality, a awesomely, amazing, heart-felt track.

If you got your vaccine shots go view the Toxic Terror, if not and you DGAF about getting infected with the sickness then get your painted, gumpy ass to the ticket master near you get a fucking ticket. Seriously you can go through these doors perfectly fine and come out spreading herpes everytime you cough. GO get there and enjoy the experience, BITCH!

Websites

Twiztid.com
MySpace.com/Twiztid

Location:

  • Peabody's Concert Club
  • Ohio
  • United States

Guests:

  • DJ Clay, Boondox & Project Born

Tour:

  • Toxic Terror Tour

Record Label:

  • Psychopathic Records

Reviewer:

  • Whipstick

Review Date:

  • 02/21/2008

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