OK, so I know most people think the 90’s were happy times, filled with nothing but Seinfeld and roofies, but there was a dark side to the decade as well. Failed Internet companies, the Atlanta Braves’ pitching staff selling its collective soul to the Devil, the H.O.R.D.E. Tour, all these things represent the 90’s trying to make us sad and scared.
The Prodigy is a fine group of young fellows from England. They have had a very long career and are still making music. And I don’t give a shit about any of that because this video scares me. I know they look sort of normal in the banner pci but I assure you THEY ARE NOT! They are terrible monsters. And I don’t just mean the bald guy and the black guy. Even the other ones. The ones with the sweaters. They scare me now, too. Mostly because until I went looking for a picture I didn’t even know those three normal looking guys were part of the band at all. They might look normal but they are in on it with their monster buddies.
You know how vampires have to have a regular person as a helper? The guy who can go out in the daytime and drive cars and drink soda? That’s who those guys are for The Prodigy. They drink sodas and make the monsters come near me and scare me. How else do you explain a band whose songs only have one verse and chorus that they repeat over and over again? That’s not how the Indigo Girls do it. Or Lisa Loeb! Or Chris Isaak! Because they aren’t monsters and they don’t want to kill me with their weird Britishness and creepy eyes and faces. After reading the lyrics, the song might be about Nintendo, though. So I guess the moral is to not let British monsters into your house to play Nintendo, even if they have normal looking people who come over in the daytime and ask nice.
Just shoot any British motherfuckers who come near you.
And just in case you think I’m racist, the black guy is scarier. Video and lyrics after the jump. .
The Prodigy – Breathe
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!
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Come Breathe with me
Breathe with me
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Breathe with me
[REPEAT CHORUS]
The 90s were HAPPY?!?!? I missed out on that! For me, the 90s were entanglements with speedball-shooting, crack-smoking boyfriends, and chasing black tar heroin on tinfoil to kill the pain. Oh, and writing a book with a noted speed freak who HATED heroin with a passion. In other words, my life was the prosaic version of this song.
Maybe I should finish my memoir already.
Seinfeld was funny!
True. Seinfeld WAS funny – I used to watch reruns all the time at my crack-smoking boyfriend’s house while he was crashed out and recovering from his latest run.
You can make anything sad. Boo.
Seinfeld wasn’t funny.
I’m still with the crack-smoking boyfriend, except he’s been sober for over 12 years now. Does that make it better?
When there were other “good” groups, why would anyone want to watch this one? Maybe my 90s were too tame lol
I only listen to the Captain and Tenile
Prodigy is good when you want to get all angry and drive around smashing your car into people you hate for no reason.
Well that’s not the “Tiffany” shit I was looking for. Now I delve into your archives…
@Janiss – that makes it better for me!