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.
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.
A CD that hardens your nerves and makes the veins in your neck swell, providing little oxygen to your cerebellum.
'Breathe'. More than a breath. This is a great spit in the face.
"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."