âHeâs always fucking here! Heâs still fucking here! He hasnât fucking left us!â thunders The Prodigy‘s chest-pounding vocalist Maxim. The band have just delivered an instrumental version of âFirestarterâ inside Liverpoolâs Mountford Hall to go alongside their late frontman Keith Flint‘s indelible battle cry (âIâm the trouble-starter, punkinâ instigator!â) when, through the smoke, steam and strobing lasers, the unmistakable frontmanâs silhouette, complete with neon-green hair prongs, takes centre stage once more.
Amid the euphoria, sweat and tears, we donât need to be told that Flintâs spirit is here with us this evening: itâs felt through every pummelling bassline, every snarling guitar riff and every bit of love in the room. Though the opening sirens of The Prodigy’s definitive rave anthem threaten to reduce the 2300-capacity student hall to rubble, the 1996 track takes on a profound and alien poignancy in the face of pure anarchy. The message is clear: Flintâs anarchic flame is needed now more than ever, and, thankfully, his brothers Maxim and Liam Howlett are here to lash a love-felt jerry can of diesel on it.
When announcing their first tour since their frontmanâs 2019 passing, the band cited the 25th anniversary of their seminal album âThe Fat Of The Landâ as being the right time to do so, saying “we canât wait to get back on-stage to play our tunes for the people again.â These words ring true tonight (July 14) as The Prodigy hit the stage to a carnival atmosphere in the sweltering venue, kicking off a hit-packed set with âBreatheâ – but not before their ringleader of mayhem, Maxim, soaks in the eruption of applause and adoration which marks their first return to the stage in four years.

âYeah! Weâre the fucking Prodigy, people,â Maxim beams to his tribe before tearing into their adrenaline-fuelled 2009 anthem âOmenâ. An actual heatwave might be on the way, but the thermostat in the room has surely blown: the venue’s fire doors are flung open and the band oblige in lashing bottles of water across the crowd like Major League Baseball players.
A sense of community and togetherness pulses through the set which dips gleefully into every one of the band’s albums to date. The night never loses its relentless intensity: as Maxim departs, synth alchemist Howlett takes the spotlight as a reprise of âWarrior’s Danceâ bleeds into the gritty, thumping bass of âVoodoo Peopleâ. Thereâs also a sense of the surreal in the air witnessing the well-versed and bonafide festival headliners return to the university circuit, as if rolling back the years to their 90s breakthrough era as immediate champions of the rave scene.
As the set progresses, The Prodigy serve up reminder after reminder of why theyâve been at the forefront of the rave scene for three decades and counting. Itâs as exhilarating as ever as the chugging, metal-indebted riffs of âTheir Lawâ cut through; its glitchy synths sending the steamy masses bouncing in unison. Elsewhere, âNo Goodâ pulses through into a cathartic 90s rave which segues into âPoisonâ to which the crowd boom back: âI got the pulsating rhythmical remedy.”

Born party-starter Maxim, staring into the front few rows before drenching them with water, hails âall my hot and fucking sweaty people here tonight” as the band launch into their main set-closer âSmack My Bitch Upâ, which gets one of the biggest responses of the night. Upon their return to the stage, chants of âKeith! Keith! Keith!â ripple around the venue as Howlett proudly holds aloft a Jolly Roger flag emblazoned with Flintâs iconic trim. They close on a flurry of âTake Me To The Hospitalâ (its bass capable of setting off car alarms on The Albert Dock) and âInvaders Must Dieâ, which swells around the room with its warped vocal: âWe are The Prodigy!â
The scuzzy, twisted synths of âWe Live Foreverâ then ring out as Maxim growls with fevered passion: âWeâre here, it’s now / We live forever / The time has come, we live forever.” As the track fizzes out, the vocalist reminds the audience: âWe Live Forever: understand those words!â A mass sing-along for âOut Of Spaceâ then closes a glorious night thatâs seen a band navigate the most challenging and emotional circumstances to return to the top of their game.
Though tonight is all about looking back musically, it also says a lot about the next chapter of The Prodigy, who are as pummelling, relentless and devastating as ever. Uniting a misfit crowd of ravers and metalheads alike to celebrate life and legacy, their flame is burning brighter than ever. Not only are The Prodigy back, they’re here to reclaim their throne.

The Prodigy played:
âBreatheâ
âOmenâ
âWild Frontierâ
âLight Up The Skyâ
âClimbatizeâ
âEverybody In The Placeâ
âVoodoo Peopleâ
âFirestarterâ
âRoadbloxâ
âTheir Lawâ
âNo Goodâ
âPoisonâ
âGet Your Fight Onâ
âNeed Some1â
âSmack My Bitch Upâ
âTake Me To The Hospitalâ
âInvaders Must Dieâ
âWe Live Foreverâ
âOut Of Spaceâ
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