By Marc Weingarten
Updated June 28, 2002 at 04:00 AM EDT

Just when you thought techno was as played out as ”Who Wants to Be a Millionaire,” the anarchists in Prodigy get the party started again. This is a fistful of baleful electro-funk, as a bass line punches through a scrim of cascading synth notes while singer Keith Flint fulminates like Graham Parker with body piercings. A sharp return to form. A-