Prodigy always reminds me of growing up in russia during the 90s. Finding human thumbs and digging up random womens wallets in the field where we played, stepping over drunks on my way to school, following mystery trails of blood on the street like a game, running away from mentally insane young gops, getting approached by serial killers, watching a man fall off our apartment building onto a 2 by 4 riddled with nails... this was the best soundtrack to life back then. Good times.