I expected to loathe this book, but even though I didn't agree with all of Martha Bayles's arguments, she makes a strong - and witty - case for the argument that pop music is in a state of meltdown. Instead of mounting the familiar conservative attack on pop culture and corporate America as the source of all our ills, Bayles traces the problem back to a phenomenon she calls "perverse modernism", a nihilistic corruption of authentic modernism which revels in transgression for its own sake. She takes the reader on a journey from the era of ragtime to jazz, rock and roll, punk and beyond, and even though she covers a huge amount of ground, her droll, aphoristic style makes her a very entertaining guide. Best of all, she is not a lofty academic with an axe to grind, but a true fan who writes with passion about the music she clearly loves.