Baby Got A Temper

“We've got Rohypnol/She got Rohypnol/We take Rohypnol/Just forget it all.” The subject matter may be dodgier than an Argentine footballer's haircut, but The Prodge's eagerly awaited return is a triumph on every other level. Sounding even more like Johnny Rotten than he did on The Fat Of The Land, Keith Flint leads the charge through an anthem so dirty and scabrous you fear for your CD player's health. The only minor grumble – mandatory if you're a hotpress hack – is that it's almost a Xerox of 'Firestarter'.