The Day Is My Enemy, is a bleak, thrashing brat of an album that doesn’t give anyone a moment’s respite. Which is as it should be. Every Prodigy album now and into the future should play like the soundtrack to a Mad Max-esque dystopian future.

That’s not to say they’re getting stale or repetitive. The Prodigy have the unusual advantage of having carved a niche for themselves: they don’t sound like anything else. Drawing comparisons with other electronic acts feels a little bit like comparing a rabid dog with a baby bird. Particularly now, with the electronic music landscape all feeling like so many MDMA-laced party tracks. It’s actually surprisingly refreshing to have something so aggressive and unashamedly abrasive blaring at you.

There’s also something very British about it. Be it in tracks like ‘The Day Is My Enemy’ or ‘Medicine’ which give the general impression of careening about London on the brink of a disastrous night out, catching brief glimpses of the cultural mishmash that make the city; or more specifically on tracks like ‘Ibiza’, with its repeated refrain of “what’s he fucking doing?” pronounced “wot’s ‘ee fockin’ doo-in’?” It’s the volatile side of British urban life, often overlooked in popular culture, laid bare.

The album isn’t without its faults: it is thoroughly relentless, with some tracks clocking in at 5 minutes of full on ear-gouging cacophony. It’s a long time to maintain the kind of chaotic energy the music demands and ultimately, it’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. But The Prodigy are nothing if not unique and the album is definitely worth a listen.

Alex Johnson

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