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Wildfire tells the story of the first decade of The Prodigy from the perspective of original member Leeroy Thornhill, fully illustrated with entirely unseen photography from the earliest raves, to Japan and the United States in the late '90s, by which point the band were one of the biggest on the planet. Rave pioneers whose sound also encompassed hip hop, punk and rock, The Prodigy arguably had as much influence on contemporary pop culture as the Sex Pistols and these extraordinary images from Leeroy's personal archives capture the wild energy, ecstasy and abandon from the moment they dropped their first hit 'Charly' through the three albums which became the ubiquitous soundtrack to the decade: Experience, Music for the Jilted Generation and Fat of the Land. Beautifully designed in five colours with archival ephemera, and contextualised by Leeroy himself with candid and often hilarious stories describing the band's wild adventures and eccentric encounters as their fame and popularity spread 'like wildfire', this is the ultimate visual journey into the world of the original 'electronic punks'.

After spending years out of print, The Prodigy have re-pressed their fourth album in time for its 20th anniversary
TRACK LISTING
1. Spitfire
2. Girls
3. Memphis Bells
4. Get Up Get Off
5. Hotride
6. Wake Up Call
7. Action Radar
8. Medusa's Path
9. Phoenix
10. You'll Be UNDER MY WHEELS
11. The Way It Is
12. Shoot Down

The band's Mercury-nominated second album from 1994.
TRACK LISTING
1. Intro
2. Break & Enter
3. Their Law
4. Full Throttle
5. Voodoo People
6. Speedway (Theme From Fastlane)
7. The Heat (The Energy)
8. Poison
9. No Good (Start The Dance)
10. One Love (Edit)
11. 3 Kilos
12. Skylined
13. Claustrophobic Sting

Reissued with the original 7” for the first time since its original pressing, and printed on coloured vinyl for the first time ever, Kurt Vile’s Matador debut Childish Prodigy is back this October.
TRACK LISTING
LP
Hunchback
Dead Alive
Overnite Religion
Freak Train
Blackberry Song
Monkey
Heart Attack
Amplifier
Inside Looking Out
7”
He's Alright
Farfisas In Falltime
Take Your Time

The Prodigy have always cut a solitary path through the noise-scapes of electronic dance music. They’ve dropped five epoch defining studio albums and delivered unforgettable live performances that have taken electronic beats into unchartered territories. Throughout this time they’ve remained resolutely focused on their own vision, inspiring legions of artists along the way.
'The Day Is My Enemy' is probably the most British sounding album you’ll hear this year. Not British in the flag waving jingoistic sense, but in a way that understands that the nighttime spaces of urban Britain are a multi-hued cacophony of cultures. If Invaders Must Die was the sound of the rusted urban sprawl decaying like an open wound in the British countryside, then 'The Day is My Enemy' is about the angry humanity existing in the decay of the urban nightmare.
'The Day Is My Enemy' is probably the most British sounding album you’ll hear this year. Not British in the flag waving jingoistic sense, but in a way that understands that the nighttime spaces of urban Britain are a multi-hued cacophony of cultures. If Invaders Must Die was the sound of the rusted urban sprawl decaying like an open wound in the British countryside, then 'The Day is My Enemy' is about the angry humanity existing in the decay of the urban nightmare.

"Invaders Must Die" is The Prodigy's fifth album and is 40 minutes of having your head battered by future nostalgia, serotonin levels twisted by feel-good horrorcore and your synapses snapped by whiplash attitude. It's the sound of The Prodigy mixing up genres, contorting the past and rewiring the future, ram-raiding through the tranquility of music's status quo like a blot on the landscape of England's dreaming. The first thing you notice about "Invaders Must Die" is how complete it sounds, a consistent collection of bangers all firing from the same cannon. The next thing you notice about the album is just how melodic it is. Not just melody in the vocal sense but in the heyday-of-hardcore keyboard-hookline sense. Yes, if The Prodigy have learned anything from the hugely successful live shows it was that those old skool rave anthems still rock hard - and are every bit as iconic to their generation as punk was to the nation's forty-somethings. So "Invaders Must Die" is awash with references to the free party generation, thundering along like the mother of all E-rushes, all hair-tingling, spine-jumping and lips buzzing. But not a retroactive arms-in-the-air, water-sharing nostalgia trip, but a set fuelled by punk's saliva-dripping rabid snarl. Grrr!