Put together a genius, a madman, and two dancers, all of them pumped up on drugs. Take an especially interesting period like the mid-nineties, full of people really pissed off with the world, just waiting for someone to give the signal to unleash hell and screw everything around them. Good. Now feed them this CD. There. And now watch how people can devastate themselves and hurt themselves physically and mentally all at once. How to destroy your brain and take it to a cerebral death as fast as possible.
A CD that hardens your nerves and makes the veins in your neck swell, providing little oxygen to your cerebellum. The new generation, as I've noticed, doesn't even know Prodigy. But who has never listened to "Firestarter" at least once? Just this song is enough to self-destruct. And who knows how many people destroyed themselves back then (including myself), for example, playing a certain little game that came out in "2097" on a certain gray console, with the instrumental version of this relaxing little song in the background. "Breathe". More than a breath. This is a great spit in the face. "Smack My Bitch Up". Download the video and break yourselves morally (because videos like this weren't made before and will never be made again). Then "Diesel Power", "Serial Thrilla", "Climbatize"... in short.
A CD to own, to protect with your whole body, and to handle with reverential care. Because works like this, which made history back in the day, are yet to come out. And who knows if they ever will. Especially when you have to wait over seven long years to get your hands on a work by this group again.
Knowing that they are still out there, somewhere, is already enough. To keep dreaming and waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
For those 55 minutes I felt DIVINE.
10 songs, 10 milestones, 10 seals.
Every time I put this record in the stereo, I feel like dancing like crazy.
If you haven’t heard it yet, listen to it because it will make you jump not just 2 but 500 times around the house and also outside.
"Smack my bitch up overwhelms you, the hoarse screams of the great master of ceremonies Keith Flint break in to violently disturb your tranquility and leave you no escape for the entire duration of the record."
"The fat one of the region is... a banging album by the Prodigy, released at the right time, post-produced sublimely and undoubtedly a masterpiece in its own way."
The quintessential fusion of dance and rock, or rather technorock!
After almost 10 years, this record is still going strong and there’s still someone singing them!
"Smack My Bitch Up is, in my opinion, one of this group’s most successful tracks."
"It’s a good album nonetheless, but in my opinion not up to the previous ones."