The Prodigy: The Fat Of The Land
Paul Morley, Uncut, August 1997
CHRIST ALMIGHTY. It moves vertically through salted pressures with a head that can see sideways. It is red in tooth and claw. It swoons and burns and swells and cracks and froths at the mouth. It rains down on you, abundantly, ceaselessly, mercilessly. It absolutely will not stop. It is shattering the atmosphere. It glows from every burst pore. It is a tormenting wind murmuring. It is a curious germination. It is pleasure playing a trenchant and mystic melody on the sharp edge of a thin dream.
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