There was a more than a feeling that the release of The Prodigy’s Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned in 2004 represented something of a last stand that the title suggests; in an era dominated by skinny boys with guitars and with the emergence of The Libertines, it seemed like the Essex boom collective were touting a swansong.
They of course survived, where hundreds of next-big-things are now working on building sites or call centres, testimony to Britain’s collective ability to love a fighter when the odds are stacked against them.
No Tourists like every other Prodigy album is Howlett’s show – with the help of a few select guests to land an impression of it’s collabortiveness – but the reality is that it’s a platform for their all-conquering live experience, very much the place where the franchise are at their defiant best.
Trailed for the public in the summer with Need Some1, there are few departures here from a recipe that has proven to exploit their niche appeal to the max; if you like The Prodigy, you’ll love No Tourists.
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