The redemption of the Prodigy has been a long time coming. Twelve years since a worthwhile album, a massive 19 since they first burst onto the thriving rave scene, and a long while since people have really been excited by them, Liam Howlett, Keith Flint and Maxim Reality needed to make up for dropping off the face of the planet after The Fat Of The Land and of course, prove that they're still as twisted as they once were.
A few thousand people turned up to see this sold-out show and the Kool Haus was buzzing with hopeful anticipation (I was almost wetting myself with a decade of pent-up excitement). No sooner had the core-shaking bass of "World's On Fire" filled the room than the crowd realized with relief that the band weren't about to disappoint, and proceed to pogo, sweat profusely and love them like it was 1997.
With the vocalists careering around the stage like hyperactive kids rather than 30something family men, the crowd had no choice but to emulate their idols, and so the metaphorical barriers between the two parties broke down to the reverberation of "Invaders Must Die." Not even the most cynical of fans could be left with doubts about the new album after "Take Me To The Hospital" and latest single "Omen" shattered all negative thoughts. The other brand new tracks seemed to show that the group's re-discovered genius will not be short-lived.
Yet it was timeless tracks such as "Diesel Power," "Out Of Space" and the never-fading "Smack My Bitch Up" that made the gig truly effervescent and sent the crowd spiralling into a vortex of unthinking reverence. Hyperbole fails in the face of your heroes, and after this gig it's clear that the Prodigy are still the masters of their art.
A few thousand people turned up to see this sold-out show and the Kool Haus was buzzing with hopeful anticipation (I was almost wetting myself with a decade of pent-up excitement). No sooner had the core-shaking bass of "World's On Fire" filled the room than the crowd realized with relief that the band weren't about to disappoint, and proceed to pogo, sweat profusely and love them like it was 1997.
With the vocalists careering around the stage like hyperactive kids rather than 30something family men, the crowd had no choice but to emulate their idols, and so the metaphorical barriers between the two parties broke down to the reverberation of "Invaders Must Die." Not even the most cynical of fans could be left with doubts about the new album after "Take Me To The Hospital" and latest single "Omen" shattered all negative thoughts. The other brand new tracks seemed to show that the group's re-discovered genius will not be short-lived.
Yet it was timeless tracks such as "Diesel Power," "Out Of Space" and the never-fading "Smack My Bitch Up" that made the gig truly effervescent and sent the crowd spiralling into a vortex of unthinking reverence. Hyperbole fails in the face of your heroes, and after this gig it's clear that the Prodigy are still the masters of their art.