The Prodigy

No Tourists

On one hand, a lack of tourists is a sign you’re somewhere completely unspoiled and authentic; on the other, that you’re exploring an area nobody else wants to visit.

For their seventh album, Liam Howlett and company have pitched themselves firmly in the arena of stripped-back, bleepy dancerock and refuse to veer away from it, even if the results are so old-school they sound pretty dated.

Former Firestarter Keith Flint brings some of his 1990s snarl to a handful of tracks.

For all the raucousness, though, it’s very tame compared to the group’s Fat of the Land heyday.

What was guaranteed to terrify the establishment in 1997 can’t help sounding silly coming from middle-aged men.

5/10