This book is fascinating reading for anyone interested in the sad decline of the local record store, and the cataclysmic changes to the record industry as a whole, over the past few decades.
From the title I'd expected a journalistic analysis, and I must admit I was a bit disappointed when I started reading and realised this book was a memoir. But the warmth and humour of Graham Jones' anecdotes soon won me over - he's a natural writer - and I loved the first few chapters, where he describes his early forays into the music business, including managing a band in Liverpool.
The majority of the book thereafter follows the author's travels up and down the country, as he embarks on a farewell tour of his favourite record shops (the ones still open), from his many years in business as a retail distributor. In between anecdotes from the characters running these stores, we get an overview of how the record industry runs, and how it has changed in response to changes in technology and society. It's not always a pretty picture - the industry is shown as a lumbering beast which has been slow to adapt to these changes, and the independent record store has been squeezed harder and harder. Most independent record shops (and more than a few chains) have now gone, but the shops the author visits are those he feels have adapted to the changing market and will still be around for years to come - the last shops standing.
This mixture of anecdote and analysis works really well, and the book moves along at a lively pace. My only criticism is that the book could probably have done with a bit of editing - the prose is a bit unpolished at times, and the structure of the record shop visits becomes repetitive. And my favourite record shop isn't included, presumably because the author didn't do business there (although they were selling this book....hmmmm). Anyway - Monorail records in Glasgow - go there today and pick up a copy of this book.