2005.11.23 – M.E.N. Arena, Manchester, England

Date: 23rd November 2005
Event: The Prodigy Concert – Their Law Tour
Venue: Manchester Evening News Arena
City: Manchester
Country: England
Support: DJ Zac, Audio Bullys and Backstage Sluts

1. Intro
2. Break and Enter
3. Wake The Fuck Up
4. Hotride (El Batori Mix)
5. Their Law
6. Breathe
7. Spitfire
8. Back 2 Skool
9. Firestarter
10. Action Radar Link
11. Claustrophobic and We Are The Ruffest Link
12. Warning
13. No Good (Start The Dance)
14. Voodoo People
15. Poison
16. Smack My Bitch Up
17. Jericho
18. Charly
19. Out Of Space

Extra info:
Review by Scott Colothan:
Ever since the E-fuelled rave-ups of the early nineties, through to the rock-dance juggernaut of ‘The Fat of The Land’, The Prodigy have always been a formidable, exhilarating live force. Zip forward to the present and now in their mid thirties and with Mr Firestarter himself Keith Flint a renowned avid gardener, it’s left those who didn’t catch their more muted ‘Always Numbered Never Outgunned’ tour wondering whether they can still cut it in the live arena  – or if they’re just tired parodies of their former selves. Thankfully, with tonight’s exuberantly theatrical and fiery show, it proves they’re still just as an essential and invigorating live spectacle as ever.
From the opening trademark, smashing glass clatter of ‘Break and Enter’ with Maxim atop a plinth duly berating the crowd “I wanna hear you fucking Manchester, FUCK!!!” the MEN is electric. Leather-clad punks rub shoulders with Tina Gurners and indie kids in a writhing sea of Prodigy mania, while live guitars and drums give the samples that Liam Howlett is tweaking some extra raw edge, catering for every taste. Despite the earnest efforts of ‘Wake Up’, it’s the Maxim/Keith (now rotund and with a rather fetching comb-over) duel ‘Breathe’ that really gets things jumping. Then it’s all one seismic blur as the Prodg hammer through an aptly violent ‘Their Law’, a thumping ‘Spitfire’ and a whirring and very welcome outing for ‘Jericho’. All the while, an almost tourettes-like cereal-swearer Maxim prowls, sneering into the crowd and dominating the stage, spouting lines like “Does it look like I’m playing? I’m fucking living this shit.” All of which totally overshadows the twitching Keith Flint.
But, it’s with the searing encore that The Prodg really come into their own. After a spluttering, sadly abandoned ‘Climbatize’ – due to a technical hitch – they launch into an explosive ‘Poison’, before letting way to the fiery beats of ‘Smack My Bitch Up’. It truly does make every single member of the audience feel like an excitable 16 year old again. This is compounded when Maxim cries “Here’s something you’re never gonna fucking forget”, before launching into the defining, meowing ‘Charly’ and the seminal ecstasy anthem ‘Out Of Space’. They didn’t quite take us to another dimension, but, fuck, tonight was one hell of an enjoying ride.

Official post:
just finished the manchester gig 2nite.fukin amazing crowd ,big indoor venue 4 us boys. i personally had a bad time coz i had problems with one of my machines but it still rocked. glasgow still my best so far. what old tunes do u peoples wanna hear ?we dont wanna make this some wack nostalga trip ,thats why we r taking the oppotunity to twist the old tunes up and luvin it.
see u in birmingham.





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