This Festival Kills Fascists

HutzSzigetThe 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.”

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