The Beatles had The Monkees and now Prodigy has Vitro. Undulging in the same dodgy and uninteresting blend of hard rock and techno that plagued the last Girls Against Boys album, Vitro attempt to co-op some of Keith Flint’s (Prodigy) swagger and snarl, but come up lame. Take away all the camp and theatre from Prodigy and you’re still left with some interesting compositions that show an understanding of song structure and some wicked beats that manage to sound original. There’s nothing so solid at the core of Vitro, who on top of it, lack a colorful frontman to at least fool you for a bit.
Generally, I hate to slag off bands. I mean, everybody needs to make a living. But I feel cheated. I was tapping my toes along to the first couple songs, until I stopped and suddenly wondered why. There’s nothing really original here and every song sounds the same (lots of heavy beats, loud vocals, and screaming guitars). Then I realized, it was because that’s what stuff like this expects of you—mindless toe-tapping, thoughtless money spending. Don’t be a dolt, save your dollars, pounds, and Deutschmarks for the new Prodigy record due sometime next year.