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The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music Reviews - Tim McNa­mara

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.

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