Haines is back with his wonderful obsessions - Lord Lucan, Gary Glitter, Peter Sutcliffe, Jonathan King, Billie Piper et al. I didn't know that the great man spent two years working on a musical about Sussex-based dodgy landlord Nicholas van Hoogstraten but, in retrospect, it seems unimaginable that he would have done anything else.
Aside from (possibly) one hit single, the music discussed in this book was never whistled by your milkman. I happen to own all the LPs mentioned herein but that, apparently, makes me something of an outlier. And there are better places to get yer celebrity anecdotes; Haines briefly talking to Chrissie Hynde and nearly talking to Bono and Philip from Rising Damp are the nearest we get to insider gossip here. No matter. This, even more than Bad Vibes, is about the writing, and the writing is very sharp indeed. Witheringly funny from start to (rather abrupt) finish, this is a book about the last spasms of the music industry written by its most erudite snarling underdog. Bring on volume 3, if only to hear about how he came to release 50 albums in one day.