As a longtime Sex Pistols fan, I approached Mick O'Shea's book with a degree of apprehension - after all, the Pistols' story has been recounted in innumerable books already, and for me, Jon Savage's "England's Dreaming" and John Lydon's "Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs" are the definitive volumes. Plus, films like "The Filth and The Fury" and "The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle" (the latter being mostly fictional, yet occasionally amusing and intriguing) and the "Never Mind The Bollocks" episode of "Classic Albums" cover a lot of ground too. What's so new about "Only Anarchists Are Pretty", then? What new ground can O'Shea cover? Well, O'Shea takes, literally, a novel approach to the Sex Pistols' saga. Taking the dates, names, chronology of events, and personalities (as he understands them) of the major players, O'Shea has built around them to create an engaging work of semi-fiction. The story begins in the mid-70s with ne'er-do-well London pals Steve Jones and Paul Cook angling for wily clothes proprietor Malcolm McLaren to manage their fledgling rock band...as the group expands and takes momentum, familiar characters like Glen Matlock, Bernie Rhodes, Vivienne Westwood, John Lydon, Sid Vicious, Nick Kent, Mick Jones, Siouxsie Sioux, Billy Idol, etc pop up to take their place in this immortal chapter of rock 'n' roll. But this book won't just appeal to fans of the Pistols or Punk Rock - it concentrates on the frustration, drudgery, spats, bursts of inspiration, chaotic writing sessions, and unpredictable gigs that would be familiar to any would-be musician or band member. Beginning in 1974, the story ends with the Pistols' infamous, profanity-laden appearance on Bill Grundy's "Today Show" in 1976, which swiftly and ultimately became both a blessing and a curse for the band (one is left wishing that O'Shea would pen a follow-up - one recounting the strange innocence of the Pistols being corrupted by media infamy, Sid Vicious, Nancy Spungen, drugs, shambolic [mis]management, etc). In equal parts funny, touching, squalid, insane and interesting, I recommend "Only Anarchists Are Pretty" wholeheartedly - it might not be the true story, but it deserves to be. In fact, if ever there is to be a narrative, non-documentary motion picture of the Sex Pistols, adapting a screenplay from O'Shea's book would be a smart move. My only gripe is that there are an annoying number of spelling and punctuation mistakes (missing full-stops, etc), but these in no way detract from an impressive and intriguing read.