Unless you’ve been living under a rock like an IDIOT for the past twenty years, 90s dance group the Prodigy have made you hit the dance floor and sweat to hit songs like “Breathe,” “Firestarter,” and “Smack My Bitch Up.” Their grooves were so meaty and their beats so hard-hitting that even if you did live under a rock, you would have at least felt the vibrations from one of the twice-Grammy nominated group’s raucous concert events. Actually, and this is a true story, my Aunt Cheryl lived under a rock for three years beginning in 1996 in Fartford, Illinois. During a nearby Prodigy concert, she was awakened by the faint sound of “I’m a fah stahtah, twisted fah stahtah,” as well as the collected stomps of 80,000 Prodigy fanatics. That was all it took for her to get out from under that rock and rejoin society. Singer Keith Flint actually brought her onstage for “Smack My Bitch Up,” pretending to smack up my Aunt Cheryl like she was a bitch. They were married in 2002.