"LOPING MALEVOLENCE and headnod eletro-psychedelics go fist in glove for the prodge's return to the fray, Keef Flint delivering the acid-tinged lyrics in a manner so terrifying it'd cause long-dead corpses to shit themselves in fear. Beatminer Liam Howlett lends plenty of swagger too, self-sampling the Breeders-sourced siren call from 'Firestarter' and retrieving his patented, metal-emboldened grooves from the likes of the Chemical Brothers, every cranium-crunching stomp screaming 'Who's the daddy? I'm the daddy!'.
Sure, it sounds like every other Prodigy track you've ever heard, but f**k it - we're talking the post-rave cyber-noise AC/DC here. The Prodigy sound exactly like The Prodigy, because they can. When Keef rasps of igniting the skyline while namechecking the Royal Family in the same acrid breath, you can almost hear the pensioner Johnny Rotten wincing with jealousy."