As premises go, Stairway to Hell has a corker.
It seems that during the 70s, Jimmy Page was dabbling in a bit of that old black magic and may or may not have carried out some soulshifting - the art of swapping souls. To do this he just needed a sample of someone's pee. Once obtained - and he had access to the pee of some really famous people - he just had to do a bit of mumbo jumbo and, bingo!, David Bowie's spirit is transferred into the body of an unsuspecting baby.
A baby who grows up to be a dodgy pub singer with an over-inflated ego.
Whereas Bowie suddenly stops recording groundbreaking experimental rock albums and reinvents himself as a soul-funk pop star.
Blimey.
The book follows the escapades of that pub singer, Rik Suntan, as he learns of the bizarre voodoo that has been carried out upon his person and discovers quite how many people in the sleepy town of Warchester are walking around with the souls of rock legends inside them.
Stairway to Hell is, obviously, quite silly. But splendidly so. It is foul-mouthed and hilarious.