Simple Minds were an important band for me in my youth, and this book helped remind this time after a long period of being a bit fed up with them. The Minds, or some of them, came from Toryglen, in Glasgow, one of my old stomping grounds for a while, and indeed from my old school, so their existence as I was getting into music , just after punk, was an affirmation of us. However I didn’t think much of their first album, so they might have one of the many things you mess with and then discard, but with the step changes of their second and especially their third albums, they came to represent sense of both a reaching and a sense of mystery, sometimes derided as ‘partial bollocks’, but which for an open/pretentious/intellectually curious young thing did hit the spot. I saw them A Lot in those years, more than any other band. Thomson’s book does ‘remystify’ their music as the Mojo cover blurb suggests, while also suggesting to me why their early work resonated for me a way that that later work, when they actually wrote more coherent ‘songs’ did not. It also shows the band were well aware of their strengths and weaknesses, if sometimes in retrospect. Also, it captures that youthful sense that even if you came from an overlooked part of a seemingly unfashionable town a group of young people could look both to their place and to way beyond it to grab as much of it as they could and from it fashion their art and their future. Thomson’s prose can be a bit overcooked when describing the music and its impetus, but you forgive this because it somehow parallels the band’s reach exceeding, as well as sometimes successfully grasping, gloriously.