"- What is a miracle Vincent? - It’s an act of God - And what is an act of God? - When God makes the impossible possible, but today wasn't one of those cases... - Oh, but you see Vincent, these bulls*** don't matter? What mattered is that I FELT THE TOUCH OF GOD -"

This famous dialogue sums up the Prodigy's album. It doesn’t matter how much fame the Prodigy gained in '97 with the release of this work, what’s important is that I felt myself vibrate, that I sensed electric shocks of 10,000 volts; if you don't like this CD, that's your problem, but for those 55 minutes I felt DIVINE.
There are two generations of Prodigy fans: those who grew up with "Experience" and "Music For a Jilted Generation" and those who grew up with "The Fat Of The Land". What unites these two categories is one single element: orgasm. Because I’d love to see who can stay standing after even just 10 songs like that.
Drum and bass? Techno? Dance? I prefer to call them "Possessed".

The mastermind, Liam Howlett, the man of the beats, let’s call him the prophet, the anointed one, brings us celestial music. "Smack My Bitch Up" is already a classic. It starts calmly, annoyingly, but when the “spitting” snare comes in, the beat that will accompany us throughout the album could be translated with an embarrassing "Pfffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" followed by the drunk synth that satisfies even the most nostalgic fans, total chaos erupts.
Ok. "Now there surely will be a slower song to relax and catch a breath..." said THE FOOL. "Breathe" starts. A kick to everything. Two or three notes on the keyboard and a monstrous beat, not fast like "Claustrophobic Sting", but spasmodic. It can’t be controlled or tamed, it orders you to "move" and you unleash yourself like a poor idiot. In this song, the two voices of the group, Maxim and Keith, collide, and a nasty guitar that we’ve already tasted in "Their Law" or "Voodoo People" but never so fitting.
The orgasm doesn’t stop and multiplies when "Narayan" starts and reaches its peak with the famous "Firestarter".

10 songs, 10 milestones, 10 seals. This album sold a truckload of copies and cemented itself in the top spots of charts all over the world because it’s original, an album from the future that brought a breath of fresh air to the already wonderful music scene of the '90s. Hard to leave it gathering dust on the shelf. Come on, hurry, go buy it because the cover and the booklet are also cool.

P.s. Not advisable to listen to at full volume in the car.

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   Smack My Bitch Up (05:42)

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

Smack my bitch up.

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Aaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa..
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Smack my bitch up.

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

Change my pitch up.
Smack my bitch up.

02   Breathe (05:34)

Breathe with me.

Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.

Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.

Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.

Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.

Breathe with me.

Breathe with me.

Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.

Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale

Breathe with me.

Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.

Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale

03   Diesel Power (04:17)

Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format
Build with skill with technique. Computer A-DAT

My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
I get hyped think thought flow. Acrobat, sink the track, pump the track

Dance missions,clubs like spores react by. Strong visions
And hurrying more. Reflects on the dancefloor

Flow it up and having now people showing up
Packing crowds jam packed venues
Needles collapse, while atmosphere continues

Sprinkle that,
Winnin' like that, movin'like that, hittin' like that
The melody is phat

Yeah, I'm on the energy source
The cosmic force
With Prodigy
Kicking astrology
My intellect's the power

With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta..

We spin back rewind. Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantasically

It has to be, automatically
Check it out. You better work it out
Change to another route

My techniques, strategies, abilities.
I leave cords of mikes hanging like spring leaves

You would try so fast. Beyond the human eye
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics

E's and pepped up
You get swept up
Smacked up, backed up, your crew's all cracked up

Checking flow
Quick choose quick
You can't stick
My medical brain's a stranger's angles

You get tangled. Twisting side effects us
Channels repeat, complete. Can't compete

Check that our texture
Mind adventure
Exploit the point
It attracts to devour
My intellectual seed

With diesel power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...

Back attack
And wack patch you're faxing me
You don't want none

High quality acts should be still standing
Damaging your other manic
Quick reverse

Potent as the first verse
My amplifier blows on your world's higher
World's sire

Cuts like a barbed wire
Record player
I pull up on you every day
Fast forward
I move And I swings forward

Exit load
Put your brain in right mode
Selected mix

The man with perfected fix has lightly bite me
Copy zimmer. Cops' handblocks
You can't knocks some out there

I've been lifting, shifting, persisting
Intelligent kingpin
Keep the strategy
As I roll with Prodigy

With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...

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Robot sonic

Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically

04   Funky Shit (05:16)

Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!

Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!

Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!

Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!

05   Serial Thrilla (05:11)

Damage destructor
Crowd disrupter
Youth corrupter
Every timer

Damage destructor
Crowd disrupter
Mind liner
Every timer

Taste me, Taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me

Taste me, Taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to the

Serial thrilla, serious killa...

06   Mindfields (05:39)

This is dangerous..
Open up your head feel the shell-shock.
This is dangerous,
I walk though mindfields, I watch your head rot.
This is dangerous,
Open up your head feel the shell-shock.

This is dangerous..
Open up your head feel the shell-shock.
This is dangerous,
I walk though mindfields, I watch your head rot.
This is dangerous,
Open up your head feel the shell-shock.
This is dangerous,
I walk though mindfields, I watch your head rot.

I watch your head rot.

[Pretty much carries on like this all the way thru..]

07   Narayan (09:05)

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come

And I feel it
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come
I feel it!
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow

Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana

I feel it
I feel it
You feel another energy...

08   Firestarter (04:41)

I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator.
I'm the fear addicted and danger illustrated.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,

I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated-yeah.
I'm the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.

I'm the self inflicted, mine detonator-yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
Starter... starter... starter...

09   Climbatize (06:36)

[Instrumental]

10   Fuel My Fire (04:18)

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