Anyone buying this book should be aware of what they will get. The author is an unreconstructed sentimental socialist who seems to think we should all live in council high-rise flats and manufacture things, preferably out of iron. He spends a lot of space (perhaps too much) on Southampton, where he grew up, and Greenwich, where he lives. He thinks that buildings constructed of beton brut are not necessarily a blight on the landscape. He is (I think) very well informed about pop music. He requires you to know your Brutalism from your Constructivism. He quite likes Milton Keynes. His most insulting epithets are 'Thatcherite' and (even worse) 'Blairite'.
All this means that I would not have expected to like this book. But I did. I enjoy informed vituperation, and there's plenty of that. The author has a winning turn of phrase. He sees through the pretensions of (very) modern architects in a most refreshing way. As someone else has said, it's not clear what he actually favours, but he makes a devastating case against the buildings he homes in on. He is not hostile to good buildings from the past, such as Grainger and Dobson's Newcastle city centre, and the good bits of Liverpool.
I would actually have given the book five stars had it not been for the illustrations. I am afraid the photographs are unimpressive. A good book on architecture needs effective visuals, and the pictures here are small, muddy and printed on text paper, itself not very good. It's quite hard to tell what some of them represent. The book would have been even more effective if you had been able to see better pictures of what the author is criticising.