But one journalist, a twenty-two-year-old named Maya Ross from NME , refused to write the easy outrage piece. She had watched the banned video—the uncensored version, leaked from a disgruntled editor’s VHS. And she knew something the tabloids didn't.

It was 1997, and the British media had just discovered a new villain. Not a politician, not a foreign dictator, but a trio of rave refugees from Essex who called themselves The Prodigy. Their latest video, for a track called "Smack My Bitch Up," had been banned by the BBC. Then by MTV. Then by virtually every broadcaster on Earth.

Maya leaned forward. "Explain."

Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up - -uncensored - Banne...

But one journalist, a twenty-two-year-old named Maya Ross from NME , refused to write the easy outrage piece. She had watched the banned video—the uncensored version, leaked from a disgruntled editor’s VHS. And she knew something the tabloids didn't.

It was 1997, and the British media had just discovered a new villain. Not a politician, not a foreign dictator, but a trio of rave refugees from Essex who called themselves The Prodigy. Their latest video, for a track called "Smack My Bitch Up," had been banned by the BBC. Then by MTV. Then by virtually every broadcaster on Earth. Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up -uncensored - banne...

Maya leaned forward. "Explain."