A boom or bust collision of short story and musical misadventure memoir.
Our narrator propelled by noxious steam and pitch imperfect humour into inflammatory condition body horror.
Going from mental health facilities to festival fields and far flung destinations to ask whether Shakespeare helps, document the development of feelings for a charming reptile and put the jaunt into Black Metal.
All combining to create the autoimmune autofiction answer to the redemptive misery arc with music as salvation and point of contact with a cast of miscreants he actively cultivates and world of drudgery he studiously avoids.
The soundtrack, that moment, a primal rock rumble or the rush of punk, proving the lightning in his bottle. And during a chase, which lasts exactly as long as it needs to, John might just be the author of his own destruction.