Posted in: Metal by Dextrous on May 7th, 2009 | 0 Comments
The Prodigy go the extra mile, but it was a waste of energy.
The Prodigy are and always will be at the top of their game – and it’s a game they invented – but with Invaders Must Die the chorus of Roni Size’s ‘Dirty Beats’ instantly springs to mind. However, with Liam Howlett admitting that IMD is “like a car crash of all our inspirations”, we can’t be expected to be that critical. Plus, the Prodge sound like they’re having too much fun to care.
Having come full circle from their What Evil Lurks EP, The Prodigy’s angular dance music has taken on a futuristic hybrid of rock and dance over the past two decades, clearly influencing the likes of Pendulum. Incidentally, if you play a Pendulum track at 33rpm it could easily fit into The Prodigy’s fifth album proper; but unlike Pendulum, who have left the brilliance of Vault far behind and now shamelessly rock out to the tune of “ner, ner, ner, ner, wee-wee-wah-wah-woo”, only The Prodigy would be allowed to get away with this.
With trademark dark humour among the mayhem, the power of three make a gloriously filthy return to the days of yore, where the raging [against the machine] heart is still pumping with Keef and Maxim at the helm and Liam masterminding the whole shebang with a plethora of electronic ideas to outgun anyone – all wearing their well-earned raving stripes with pride. Everything else looks like the credible Prodigy we know and love (artwork, the intelligent rebellious streak, Dave Grohl guesting on two of the tracks) but is the content of IMD seriously taking the p***? If you want to jump on the fairground at Raindance circa ’91, then this is where it’s at. But if you want something more substantial – dig out albums 2 and 3 and remember why they changed their tune.
