"The result of many many years of scratching at windows, scrounging, pondering, loitering, sighing, gadget building, philosophising against music bitterly, plotting against populism, antimusic music against music, interventionism, paradoxically attempting to become ingratiated with vanguards of populism before enacting highly inappropriate and unpopular gestures in their sancta, poetic terrorism, shouting at traffic, throwing CDs attached to bricks through record company windows, fetishism, being nice, well-placed cynicism, intense doodling, anguish, occultism, crying, disappointment, self-indulgence (but what else can be indulged in a cultural wasteland?), misery, jealousies, more crying and ultimately epiphanic revelation. 500+ pages of true stories, quasifictional stories, thoughts, drawings, persuasive arguments and truly passionate critique. Some reviewers (one reviewer) have reckoned the book to be shit - but it isn’t"