There’s this great song from Arthur Brown, which doesn’t qualify for the blog, as we’re limited to seventies to noughties and it’s from 1968. It starts off with a terrifying threat: “I am the God of Hell-fire, and I bring you…” only to immediately switch to the cutest little melody. 28 years later, Keith Flint came over way more menacing when he – who at the time was a dancer for Prodigy, had never sung on a track and for whom the English language most definitely wasn’t his strong suit – decided to live up to his surname and added lyrics to what was supposed to be an instrumental piece.
The video, shot in black and white for budget reasons, was considered so grisly that fire brigades felt the need to compel what they regarded as an incitement to arson and the tabloids chastised it for frightening kids.
Flint was promoted from dancer to frontman.
He also owned a little pub in Essex that had an open fireplace. If you caught him lighting a fire there and brought up the song you had to donate a pound to charity.