It was always Liam Howlett’s intention to fuse rave culture with punk rock. This stroke of genius has fuelled The Prodigy through over 35 years of block rocking, electro-fuelled rabble rousing. Whilst Olivia Rodrigo was closing out the Pyramid Stage with her preternaturally mature laments on heartache, The Prodigy dragged much of this older crowd back to their youth. This was a strobe light-heavy set that offered little levity and pause amid the breakneck beats. All the big tunes were present, though. ‘Voodoo People’, ‘Poison’ and ‘No Good (Start the Dance)’ wound back the clock to their earliest years with effect, and the heaving crowd was a choppy sea of flailing limbs and beaming smiles.

Maxim encouraged the gigantic audience to remember the late Keith Flint, the band’s OG Firestarter, as the song’s opening riff blared out thrillingly across the field. Huge cheers welcomed his mere mention. From there, it was head down, four to the floor mayhem. ‘Breathe’ was the undeniable highlight of the whole lot and perhaps the only time that Howlett didn’t seem so bored by his back catalogue that he restlessly cut the material short to segue into something else.

In truth, whilst there was and is no denying the might of The Prodigy’s standing and their abundance of era-defining and utterly original dance music, this Other Stage headline performance was a slightly disconnected experience for those of us in the field. The band were never shown onscreen. Instead, they were obscured by effects and the whole thing lacked that little dose of Glastonbury magic. And yet, by the time they rounded out with an encore that included ‘Smack My Bitch Up’ and the closing ‘Out of Space’ (nearly) all was forgiven. Around us, it was evident that everyone was walking away and into their final Glastonbury night having danced their asses off. The irrefutable fact, as we were reminded on tonight’s evidence, is that The Prodigy continue to be one of the most enduring dance artists of all time, and justifiably so.