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The only possible response to Ministry's set is awe-struck submission. The cacophony of industrial pounding, pile-driving guitars and Al Jourgensen scream-growling like Beelzebub over nerve-shredding samples is like being crushed by the Apocalypse.

Pearl Jam's roof-raising set, often culminating in Eddie Vedder throwing himself from the scaffolding into a frenzied crowd whipped into pandemonium, is a tough act to follow. By the time the Mary Chain have set up their gear and get the smoke machine going, much of the packed house has filtered away to refuel with beer, grab a bathroom break or load up with merch.

The review for Sounds rejoices that 'we are spared the mewling, stumbling and bumbling Lush. Come an independent Scotland and they won't be allowed across the border, with any luck.'

If you'd told me beforehand that the first 100 pages would be about Miki's childhood and parents, with the band/music sections still on the horizon, I doubt I'd ever have picked this up. But somehow it's riveting. Damn good memoir so far.