I enjoyed this second collection of Bangs' articles almost as much as its more infamous prequel "Psychotic Reactions...". Leaving aside the miscellaneous benzedrine driven meanderings about music, sex, drugs and life in general that were discovered after his death and published here for the first time, the most significant pieces are his reviews and observations about inter alia, the Beatles, The Stones, Black Sabbath, Patti Smith, Miles Davis and Hendrix. Bangs was pretty forceful and honest about who he liked and disliked in the rock business, or rather he directed his inconoclastic pen more favourably at those whom he perceived as artists with integrity and worth (e.g Captain Beefheart and P Smith) and reserved healthy doses of bile for those whom he felt were artistically fraudulent in some way (he pans Keith Emerson and ELP with some well pointed invective and rapier wit about the band's obsession with their stage mechanics). In a series of articles about the Rolling Stones circa "Exile on Main St" tour it is clear he had a lot more affection for Keith than Mick. He writes about Keith thus "he looked like everything dark and tragic that the Stones trip had ever threatened:soul flattened, skin sallow, bone scraped, and behind the reflector shaded eyes the suggestion of a diseased intelligence too cancerous to spit imprecations anymore. Fxxked up. It was beautiful". In a subtle pastiche piece written about Hendrix in 1976 he imagines an interview with the ghost Jimi who admits to Bangs "the songs I wrote that had actual melodies, that you could hum or have a real zinger cover, can be counted on the fingers of one hand....the rest is mostly metal riffs, with mostly jive lyrics that I talked instead of sang... once the distortion and technology became a required part of the whole style and ,like, institutionalised, then it was all over". It was precisely this sort of provocative stuff that put Lester Bangs light years ahead of his peers in American rock journalism.