'The Fat of the Land' is a thrilling, intoxicating nightmare of a record, an energy flash of supernova proportions. "This is dangerous," spits Maxim on 'Mindfields'."Open up your head; feel the shell shock!" If America can accept Keith Flint as a psycho-cyberpunk frontman -- and accept the rest of the group's in-your-face hooliganism while it's at it -- there's no telling how far the Prodigy's marriage of man and machine could take them. - Rolling Stone
