The energy never dwindled as the band charged through an immaculate catalogue of their most raucous fire-starting crowd-pleasers, peppered with some of the most aggressive tracks from their new album. From the first ominous twangs in the opening riff of Breathe to the frightening urgency of the vocals in Take Me to the Hospital, the two frontmen held the crowd in their tensed fists. Tumultuous waves of moshers were orchestrated by Maxim as Flint called all his “Scottish warriors” to arms.
The sublime chaos that is a Prodigy gig was performed on a deranged dystopian backdrop of three London buses that loomed over the crowd like ghostly tower-blocks. Radiating from them was a visceral desire for movement, for the crowd to reach some sort of transcendent destination. In the destination sign of the centre bus was written ‘Four Acres, Dalston Lane, Hackney,’ – the venue they first played together.
The Prodigy are in no way going back, though. The allusion to the band’s roots only emphasises the bands progression to big-beat supremacy. After twenty-one years on the frontlines of dance music The Prodigy show no sign of slowing down, never mind stopping. But as the masses of ardent Scottish “warriors” confirmed on Friday night, it’s worth jumping on for the ride.