No Tourists The Prodigy BMG Still raving after all these years, the Prodigy has been able to retain credibility while other acts have drifted into cringe-worthy nostalgia territory. That’s not to say No Tourists, the group’s seventh studio album, isn’t plump with reminders of when the group commanded the global big beat and rave scenes — and radio airwaves — with singles such as Voodoo People and Smack My Bitch Up. Liam Howlett, Maxim and Keith Flint know what works without doing it to death, or too often. Rather than shamelessly recreating hits, the trio mine the best elements of them to fashion new tunes. Nearly four years after The Day Is My Enemy was released, this album proves it can maintain this delicate balance. Rusted-on fans will liken No Tourists to settling into a well-worn pair of slippers — albeit with new insoles. There’s a comfortable familiarity here, and what it lacks in adventure it makes up for in energy. As the brains in the studio, Howlett is at the top of his game, mixing breakbeat, techno, and drum and bass sounds with urgent, rock-tinged rave fare.
On tunes such as Boom Boom Tap, which melds stadium claps and weird computer game samples, one can feel the earth shake. Champions of London, meanwhile, harks back to the group’s early protesting rave narrative. The title track is a slightly more down-tempo, though no less menacing, affair. Fight Fire with Fire is a proper banger, replete with distorted, whirring synths and pounding beats. No Tourists is no Music For The Jilted Generation or The Fat of the Land, but the fact the album has topped the British charts shows the rave isn’t quite over yet.