The Prodigy Experience is seared indelibly on to my brain. It was played relentlessly in my sixth form common room, when the upper sixth had control of The Ghetto Blaster Of Power. Every single day, we were regaled by tales of how someone was “gon’ send him to outta space” and “cruise at hyper speed”.

We heard Charly’s sagely advice: “Always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere”. And we were informed to “wind it up”. Repeatedly. Daily. Until those songs got stuck in our heads and invaded our every waking moment.