No, let’s call a spade a spade: That’s bullshit. It seems disingenuous, if not outright deceptive. Now to be fair, in response to the obvious outcry over “Smack My Bitch Up” (by the National Organization for Women and many others), I read on Wikipedia that the men comprising this band persistently interpreted the phrase “Smack My Bitch Up” as “doing anything intensely”. And the wailing, non-verbal Asian female vocal in the last half of “Smack My Bitch Up” by Shahin Badar is very nice, but it makes me wonder if she was aware of the ‘lyrics’ when she laid down her non-verbal contribution to “Smack My Bitch Up” (or whether she was even given a choice by the artists who were laying down “Smack My Bitch Up”-she might have been somewhat intimidated). “Smack My Bitch Up” does have a pretty cool groove. Now, writing as one who has never “Smack My Bitch Up”, I should perhaps merely confess that I can’t relate and move on. I’m sure this happened millions of times, as this album was so popular. If I had been playing “Smack My Bitch Up” while pulling in to a gas station, everyone, male and female, would know. If I were playing “Smack My Bitch Up” loud in the car in my driveway, my wife, daughter, and son could have heard what I was playing from inside the house. In 1997, a lot of women were aware that their men were listening to “Smack My Bitch Up”. Even with headphones, the ladies would be able to tell that “Smack My Bitch Up” was being played (again and again, apparently, since this album hit #1 in the weekly charts in the US, UK, and, well, pretty much throughout the world). Well, in the first place, I had to turn it down so my wife couldn’t hear it. Presented with a British electronic punk album having an opening track entitled “Smack My Bitch Up” and with ‘lyrics’ that simply repeat the phrase “Smack My Bitch Up” eight times (and “Change My Pitch Up” only six times), what’s a stunned but serious listener to do? The phrase “Smack My Bitch Up” is clearly the central, attention-grabbing focus of the song. The Fat of the Land by The Prodigy (1997) The album goes for too long, all scungy UK rave techno does, but the singles are still bangers. Wouldn't you just want to kill yourself there and then?ģ/5 though, cause I was one of those shithead teenagers who thought the Prodigy was pretty rad haha. And you're helpless to stop it, you can only watch and silently scream.
#The prodigy the fat of the land tv
Haha fuck, can you imagine being the parent of a shitty teenage kid and seeing this come on TV on a saturday morning? Imagine that sinking feeling in your stomach as you listened to this scungy UK techno dog shit and watched Keith Flint jump around like the degenerate he was, just knowing that your horrid adolescent turd is going to latch straight onto this and start looking like it by the end of the week. Little-known fact: the biggest single event in history to contribute to climate change was the Great Co2 Emission of 1997, in which every angsty, rebellious teenage girl in the world burned her Nine inch Nails and Type O Negative posters to make room for Prodigy ones.
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