Who: The Prodigy
Where: Bournemouth International Centre,
When: 27.1.2010
Thousands gather for a run with the wolves.
After the massive hype of their Invaders Must Die tour, The Prodigy thankfully released extra dates for an extended show, Run with the Wolves, which stopped off at the cosy arena of Bournemouth’s BIC.
The night kicks off with hip-hop ravers, Foreign Beggars, who sufficiently warm the crowds up with their glam rap and electro beats. Following in style is comical pair, South Central. Peering over the DJ box on the side of the stage, armed with their trustworthy keyboard, they effortlessly blend chart hits with pop-tastic, punk bass.
South Central bound off set and everyone turns to the smoky mist on stage, eagerly anticipating tonight’s main attraction. The short break teases the crowd but when the deep growl begins, the screams from fans spanning four decades fill the arena.
Casually strolling onto the stage, Liam Howlett acknowledges the hungry pride and makes his way to the decks, followed by Maxim and Keith Flint. Raising their hands to their ears, they want to hear Bournemouth’s cry. Once the crowd has howled their every last breath, Prodigy break out and the roller coaster begins.
Dressed in his infamous white vest top and black jeans, Flint erratically jumps up on the speaker as the bass kicks in. The arena spirals out of control and everyone moves in rhythm to the heart pounding throbs of Prodigy classics. Lights are blazing and nothing is still. Maxim’s vocals pierce the speakers and the entire audience follows his every word.
Launching into tracks old and new, Prodigy don’t beat around the bush. They know what their fans want and they fail to disappoint. From ‘Omen’ to the crackle of ‘Voodoo People’, no one stops to catch their breath. If you even dare to stand still you’d feel the pain of a nearby raver crushing your feet.
‘Smack My Bitch Up’ cuts in and Prodigy’s influence shines. With the crowd responding to their every command, Maxim shouts ‘Get to the floor.’ Literally every member of the audience bows down to their knees, not really knowing what’s going on. But then, the deafening boom of the bass cause’s heart rates to soar and everyone leaps to the skies.
Sweat rubs off onto everyone, but no one bats an eyelid. Despite endless beer splattering and glow sticks explosions, the severe ‘moshes’ continue. Flint keeps up to his old antics and flings his body all over the stage, keeping the hysteria going.
Switching from old to new, classics such as ‘Charly’ and ‘Firestarter’ wreaked chaos and no doubt a few broken ribs. ‘You want one more?’ Maxim enquires.
Hell, yes!
The unique shrill of ‘Out Of Space’ seeps in and the crowds get ready to savour every last moment of the night. Heads bobbing furiously to the bass, both Prodigy and the audience run wild. Everything is blinding. Everything feels numb. Everything feels f*****g fantastic.
As they bid farewell, the lights go up and the destruction from the night is evident. People are scrambling for belongings lost in the mayhem. Climbing over one another, everyone is gasping for fresh air and a much needed cold beverage.
In all, ear drums have exploded and limbs are battered, yet no one gives a s**t. It was all worth it.
The Prodigy has definitely made their mark and only one word could come close to describing the events of this night...
Epic!
Sarah Louise Brogden
User Comments
Heads up!
Quick links
Mambo is Free Software released under the GNU/GPL License.
Featured 
