"Because," he said, "if I explain it, they win. The ban is the point."
Liam didn't look up. "Yeah."
"I'm saying," Liam replied, crushing the cigarette, "that the song title—which is a sampled phrase from an old hip-hop track, by the way, not something I wrote—is ugly on purpose. It's a door slam. If you can't get past the title to hear the actual song about losing control, fine. Stay outside. But don't pretend you're protecting women by banning a video whose entire point is that women can be just as fucked up, just as human, just as monstrous as anyone else." Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up -uncensored - banne...
She requested an interview. The Prodigy’s manager, a man with the patience of a cornered fox, gave her ten minutes. She flew to London, walked into a graffiti-bombed rehearsal space, and found Liam Howlett hunched over a synth, two half-empty cups of tea growing fur on his left. "Because," he said, "if I explain it, they win
"I did. The version the censors said was 'unrelenting in its depiction of degradation.' But here's what I don't get. The twist—the mirror—makes the whole thing a statement about self-destruction, not misogyny. Why not just say that? Why let the bans stand?" It's a door slam