Its tempting to dismiss Detroit horrorcore hellions Twiztid as a goofy novelty act, a self-conscious bizarro sideshow for the under-developed. But, like their mentors Insane Clown Posse, Jamie Madrox and the Monoxide Childs propensity to play dress-up and pick at the scabs of propriety has a place in hip-hop, specifically, and music, generally. Since their 1998 debut, Mostasteless, Twiztid has provided an ironic, if unsophisticated, service to the same fanboys who once geeked-out at grindhouse flicks: escape from the very real madness of the world to that of the very artificial madness of other peoples, uh, twisted creations. Its called catharsis. Twiztids latest disc, Independents Day, released May 10, promises more of the same, which is as it should be.
Sun., May 17, 7 p.m., 2009