Live Review: The Prodigy
We’re under attack. An incredible onslaught of noise. The sound of missiles, choppers, shelling: boom boom boom. Strobe lights disorientate us, the smell of smoke and adrenaline thick in the nostrils, hellish screaming all around. Bare-chested...
The Prodigy
It doesn't get a lot more old school than this. Hang on to your teeth as that insolent, needling high-pitched synth line drives you out of your mind and sends you rampaging round your local supermarket to toss dried pasta everywhere in a dance...
The Prodigy: Their Law: The Singles 1990-2005
Ten years ago, the singer in the biggest band in the world wasn’t a yoga-loving vegan who told you to make trade fair. He was a chubby, smiling, Essex wideboy who was pierced to within an inch of his life, had bright green horns for hair and...
Prodigy : Always Outnumbered Never Outgunned
Undeniably, 'Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned', used in the way intended - slapped into a CD player, volume turned up to a point where Scottish crofters would get complaints from their neighbours, and let rip - is a marvellous, thrusting beast....
Prodigy : Baby's Got A Temper
They were the firestarters, twisted firstarters, and now they're just total fucking idiots. The Prodigy: grown, pierced men who live in palatial Essex mansions and who laughably believe that singing a chorus of " we use royphonol " over some...
