For the first time since Keith Flint took his own life 3 years ago,
the band will play live again (in the UK) this summer. All concerts
already sold out.
British techno punks THE PRODIGY play live for the first time
again (only UK dates so far) since eccentric and turbulent frontman Keith Flint took his own life 3 years ago. He was only 49. R.I.P.
Looking back at a smashing Keith Flint live moment…
Keith Charles Flint was born on 17 September 1969 in Redbridge, London.
He started his musical career in 1990 as a dancer for Liam Howlett‘s techno-punk
project The Prodigy. He became the flamboyant co-vocalist in 1996 with the band’s
third LP The Fat Of The Landand the group’s eccentric and heated performer
on stage along with Maxim.
Three years ago today, on 4 March 2019, he took his own life.
Only 49. Sad, really sad. Rest in peace.
Three great Keith Flint moments…
– NO GOOD (Start The Dance)
(Keith as the long-haired dancer)
Nothing or nobody can stop TOYAH, her husband/soulmate ROBERT
FRIPP and friend Sydney from going loco every week – since April 2020 –
with their Sunday Lunch cover sessions.
This time they picked a not-so-obvious, but fitting, cracker from British
electro bulldozers The Prodigy. Again their hilarious performance will
put a big smile on your face.
EP: WHAT EVIL LURKS Released: 25 February 1991 – 30 years ago today
Re-released in 2004
Info: The EP was the band’s first official release. On the official press statement
you could read: “The Prodigy is 19-year-old Liam Howlett and XL Recordings are proud
to present his first excursion onto vinyl. Enjoy the pounding rhythms of What Evil Lurks, We Gonna Rock, Android and Everybody in the House. More meaty beats from XL Recordings!”
Inflammable techno stormer. Rest in peace, Keith Flint…
I’m the trouble starter, punkin’ instigator
I’m the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You’re a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter
Somethin’s wrong cause my mind is fading,
And everywhere I look there’s a dead end waiting,
Temperature’s dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leprous faces