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Originally released : 03-02-2009
Release date : 02-24-2009
Album name : Invaders Must Die
Artist : The Prodigy
Ripped by : Fisteh`
Genre : Electronic
Label : Cooking Vinyl
Encoding Software : Lame EOS
Quality : -V 2
Tracks : 11
Size of Files : 69,2 MB
─ Track list ───────────────────────────────────────── ─── ─ ─
01 04:55 Invaders Must Die
02 03:36 Omen
03 04:10 Thunder
04 03:28 Colours
05 03:40 Take Me To The Hospital
06 05:13 Warrior's Dance
07 04:25 Run With The Wolves
08 02:14 Omen Reprise
09 04:50 World's On Fire
10 04:05 Piranha
11 05:30 Stand Up
Total time: 46:06 min
─ Release notes ─────────────────────────────────────── ─── ─ ─
Everyone's favourite punk / dance crossover act,
Pendulum - sorry, The Prodigy - are back to take off
your head, and transport your body to a claustrophobic
dance floor before catapulting you into a gurning
oblivion. After the underwhelming Always Outnumbered,
Never Outgunned, ringleader Liam Howlett has tracked
back to the smash rave crossover of Jilted Generation
and mashed up vintage polysynth lines with broken
guitars and a scattering of whirlwind beats; mostly
repeating his recipe for success.
So Pendulum strayed from their Drum 'n' Bass roots and
tried to wade into Prodigy territory with the (mostly
awful, yet commercially successful) In Silico. Though
these Australian voodoo people came full throttle, out
of space, and onto the same speedway as our beloved,
British, Prodigy - the heat's been on for Liam to
break, and enter, new ground since 1997; being unable
to fully do so has left a gap in the market for these
young pretenders. Perhaps that serves as some
explanation to the somewhat territorial title, Invaders
Must Die. Or maybe it's just because Invaders Must Die
sounds super cool.
Assuaging any doubts of whom you are listening to, the
first lyric on IMD is helpfully "We are the Prodigy!" I
suspect that works well live. Fans of The Prodigy will
either be overjoyed or miffed that vocalists Keith
Flint and Maxim are back on duty to try and recreate
some of the commercial success of The Fat Of The Land.
Falling, as I do, into the haters camp, I find the
tedious lyrical surges as invasive and painful as
having a wisdom tooth removed without sufficient
anaesthesia. OK, Keef and Max were great on the first
three albums, but c'mon, Liam dropped them on Always
Outnumbered, Never Outgunned for a reason!
Track three, 'Thunder' contains neither vocalist and is
a prime slice of electro-breakbeat phatness (yes, it
deserves a 'ph'), fully composite of raucous 808 kick-
drums and beset by throbbing synth bass - it is topped
off with a fab, sampled ragga vocal. It's what The
Prodge do best, and we love to hear them excel.
Similarly 'Warrior's Dance' is classic old skool rave,
with its souped up hip-hop break underpinning a sexy
enticing female vocal. If they're no longer a health
and safety hazard - it's time to reach for those
lasers.
Second single 'Omen' is so dull, it gets a 'reprise' on
the album. Feels like a bit of a cop out to me.
However, 'World's on fire' is so clever, it contains
the repetitive lyric "The world's on fire, it's about
to expire". If this is a smart, socio-political script
about global warming, then I don't wanna hear it.
Surely ravers are more concerned about where the
water's at, not the heat. Well, they're probably
concerned about both, I don't know. Though Liam pretty
much runs out of ideas mid-way through IMD, album
closer 'Stand Up' sits on a nice hip-hop break with
horns and tweaked 303s: it's a bit of a Fatboy Slim
moment - circa'96.
A majority of IMD is destined to end up splattered
across car adverts and in film soundtracks where the
scene is of a pulsing, throbbing, energetic nature.
Sadly, that won't lend it any more substance, but is
that really why you love The Prodigy? No, it's probably
because you were there, in the halcyon days, throwing
shapes in the church of dance.
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