Ok, on the plus side, this guy did something I've always wanted to see in a music bio, that being an analysis of every single song. Everything else he did was horrible. First of all, he keeps refering to "lo-fi" as a musical genre, which it is not, it just means that in most bands' early days they don't have money for recording studios so they record themselves on 4 or 8 track machines. That's like saying Betamax is a type of movie like comedy or romance. Then he starts talking about the songs in terms of music theory, which is the kiss of death because anyone who is not a seasoned musician is going to have no idea what you're talking about when you start mentioning time signatures, like, "This song has an unexpected break into 4/5 time," and then starts talking about chords, like "This song is a typical C/D/G," and then goes so far as to nickname a certain type of chord progression after songwriter Issac Brock, "We'll label these types of songs an 'Issac Downward Progression,' or 'IDP' for short," which he uses throughout the book. You have got to be fucking kidding me, dude. Once you play a note, you are either going to go up or down with the next one, you can't go sideways. As if this wasn't annoying enough, he intrusively talks about himself randomly in the book, which you can ignore for awhile, up until one interlude where he fucking tells a story about his nu-metal band touring with 311 in 1993, and how when his band played, they would make themselves "accessible" after the show to talk to people because they didn't want to seem like "primadonnas." WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF YOUR FUCKING BAND, YOU'RE NOT A ROCK STAR. THERE IS NO POSSIBLE POINT YOU COULD EVER MAKE ABOUT MODEST MOUSE THAT WOULD REQUIRE YOU TO INVOKE THE NAME 311, YOU DUMB SHIT. Seriously, why did no one stop this guy? His editor was either his girlfriend, his little brother, or somehow just as retarded as him. Wow. I almost put the book down right then and there but I only had 30 more pages. Oh my Christ, why?