★★★★ THE PRODIGY, BRIGHTON CENTRE A proper bangin' night out
Ferocious and noisy as ever, the three-man electronic dance rampage take the lid off the south coast seafront venue
“That’s what we fucking do!” So says Maxim at the concert’s very end, surveying the sweating, raving carnage of 4,500 souls before him. One of The Prodigy’s two frontman, he stands still finally, after spending the rest of the gig pacing and rushing up and down the lip of the stage like a caged panther. We all know what he means. He means that his band have wrung us out, taken us to a fervour of devil-may-care limb-swinging derangement.