The men sat in the front row of EasyJet flight 5443 from Gatwick to Budapest were wearing sunglasses and sheepish expressions. A fellow passenger caught their eye. “Are you guys in a band?” she smiled. “Yeah,” sighed Maxim Reality as he glanced across at Liam Howlett and Keith Flint, a man who doesn’t find it easy to look inconspicuous. “We’re The Prodigy.”
A look of recognition flickered across her face and the band shrugged, just a little self-consciously. Like the fine men and women of the British Music Press Corps scattered about the plane behind them, they were on their way to Sziget, a weeklong Hungarian festival which bursts into life every August on an island in the Danube nestled between the once distinct cities of Buda and Pest.
The Collected Works of Kevin EG Perry 