I really can't say I liked this book as much as I've liked Backderf's other books. His art was still great; it was the story that I disliked, and the character of the Baron.
I'm too young to have grown up in punk's original 1970s/80s heyday, but I grew up in a small town, and was sucked into the punk scene available to me in my late teens, like any pretentious outcast kid who hated all the crappy modern pop punk, etc, etc, all the while complaining how no one else knew what real music was like and blah blah blah.
I didn't mind the "cameos" of dead punk rockers as much as I minded the cameos in Ann Tenna, but the story really didn't really resonate with me. This book, particularly its protagonist, the Baron, reminded me of all those straight white guys in the punk scene that I hated. And Backderf loves this fucking marching band geek cum punk rocker character so much so that he inspires (within the story) several punk rock greats with his general existence. (Excuse me while I vomit.)
Here's my problem with the Baron: to me, he represents that fucking asshole white boy in the "outcast" communities who drives nonwhite/nonmale people out of that community.
I think representation should be mentioned here. I get that this story is set in small town mid-USA, but that's not a good enough excuse. The Baron is presented as a bit of an outsider at school, which, cool, but we've heard and seen this story before, particularly from the white, male perspective.
While I expected that (none of Backderf's books do much in terms of multicultural or, you know, multi-gender representation), there was one scene that stood our as particularly grating to me. You know that one scene, the peeping-tom scene that seemed to proliferate in so much media in the '70s and '80s, wherein teenage boys are spying into the windows of teenage girls as they are changing in their bedrooms? We get that scene in this book. The scene culminates with the Baron and friend fleeing from her older brother as he threatens to shoot them, but it's still presented as this hilarious, glorious coming-of-age thing that boys do. Boys will be boys. This is one of the ways you tell women and girls that they don't belong in your little scene, and how you tell women that they are sexual objects for heterosexual male gratification. (It's ok, though, they were spying on the bitchy cheerleader with big boobs, right? Fuck right off with that.) Here's precisely where that "poor outsider white boy" narrative really loses me - because, sure, he's a poor outsider nerd who gets beat up, but he's still decided that he's got a right to viewing this girl's body. (Which is, btw, still stalking and sexual harassment, and would be, whether she saw him or not).
Sure, throw in punk rock, and I might like the soundtrack, but, well, it's still a white, heterosexual male coming of age story, with nostalgia for misogyny and holy shit have we all heard about that before.
If you're looking for an awesome graphic novel about a punk scene, I would suggest the Dharma Punks by Ant Sang. Punk Rock and Trailer Parks was ok, but wasn't anywhere near as interesting or engaging as Backderf's Trashed (my favourite sequence in this book would have been the cameo of Backderf's semi-autobiographical character from "Trashed") or My Friend Dahmer.