2025.02.18 – Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, Australia

Date: 18th February 2025
Event: The Prodigy Concert – Disrupta Australia Tour
Venue: Rod Laver Arena
City: Melbourne
Country: Australia
Support: Moktar

Tracklist:
1. Breathe
2. Voodoo People
3. Omen
4. Climbatize Link
5. Everybody In The Place
6. Beyond The Deathray
7. Firestarter
8. Light Up The Sky
9. Roadblox
10. Poison
11. No Good (Start The Dance)
12. Get Your Fight On
13. Their Law
14. Invaders Must Die
15. Diesel Power
Encore:
16. Smack My Bitch Up
17. Take Me To The Hospital
18. We Live Forever
19. Out Of Space

Extra info:
Review by Will Cox, www.smh.com.au:
In the 1990s, there was no band more dangerous than The Prodigy. To many, Keith Flint was The Prodigy: a terrifying rave-punk imp with devil horns, piercings and a spitting delivery, Johnny Rotten with a mouthful of ecstasy. Flint passed away in 2019, leaving people to ask: how could the band possibly continue? Would the band be reduced to a tribute act, neutered, like so many dangerous bands before them?
Age, however, has not wearied them. Last night at Rod Laver Arena, they proved their mettle. If anything, their music is fuller, louder, more chaotic.
Flint is present from the off: remaining members Liam Howlett and Maxim, supported by a guitarist and a drummer, enter the stage and dive straight into Breathe. Maxim, part-vocalist part-hypeman, belts Flint’s lines from under the hood of his boxing robe.
Voodoo People filled out with live drums and guitar is an invitation to chaos. The crowd lose it, and don’t regain it for the next 90 minutes. Through Poison, No Good, and an instrumental version of Firestarter, in tribute to Flint, the strobe lighting reduces the stage to bodies and glinting metal. The sound of The Prodigy is a kind of alchemy, an unholy blend of samples, live instruments and vocals, played loud and fast and relentless. It’s filthy and pure and lost none of its immediacy.
From my nosebleed seats, I’ve got an anthropological view of the stadium. A circle pit opens up somewhere on the floor. The man in front of me, driven by the band’s muscular version of Their Law, dives across five rows of chairs, somehow not hurting anyone except himself, and is frogmarched out by his girlfriend.
More than once I wish The Age had set me up with general admission tickets so I could be one of the “f—ers on the floor”, as Maxim put it more than once, instead of one of the “f—ers up top” – but then I would have missed the guy hurling his body across the plastic stadium seats, so I have no regrets.
The encore brings us to the end of the night with the inevitable Smack My Bitch Up, Take Me To the Hospital, We Live Forever, and Out of Space. Outside the stadium, someone shouts an invitation to an afterparty. It’s Wednesday tomorrow, but I can see people considering it. “We’re here / It’s now / We live forever” is right. The Prodigy will live forever.

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