O2 ACADEMY, BRIXTON, LONDON. 23.12.17
ON THE COVER: The mighty HIM bow out with a stunning London show (p46), while Five Finger Death Punch bounce back (p48) and The Prodigy get, well, ravey
BRIT RAVE-ROCK LEGENDS REIGN SUPREME AT THREE-NIGHT STAND
WORDS: AMIT SHARMA PHOTOS: PAUL HARRIES
■ IT’S THE final leg of The Prodigy’s three-night takeover at the O2 Academy Brixton and you can practically taste the chaos that is to come. Even almost 30 years in, the Prodigy tap into something primal in a manner few other bands can, and the sheer mix of fans here tonight – from crusty hippies in dressing gowns and goth metalheads through to the immaculate-looking folk usually found parading through episodes of Made In Chelsea – speaks volumes.as the room explodes to opener Omen, backed by beyond-intense strobe lights, it takes about 30 seconds for everyone to lose their minds and abandon any sense of decorum.
“Thursday was good, Friday was good, but tonight is the fucking night! Where is Brixton?” asks Maxim Reality, while co-frontman Keith Flint paces around like a man possessed, spitting and snarling as he eyeballs the front row.“it’s just getting warm, we ain’t started moving yet!” continues Maxim, and, true to their word, the electro-metal heroes blow the roof off this venue just as violently as they have done many, many times before. Early favourite Everybody In The Place bleeds into a furious Firestarter, which, along with a massivevoodoo People, the grind of Breathe and the nuclear Poison, unites the varying tribes as a single collective, locking everyone into one neon-lit wardance.as they close with Their Law,take Me To The Hospital and a brief excerpt from Out Of Space, there’s no denying it: the rave-rock pioneers still know how to throw the mother of all parties.
Keith was always careful to do up his seatbelt onstage