A deft and heartfelt exploration of music, silence, adolescence, English pop and the emotional consequences of serious illness, and above all a discussion of something modern culture has very nearly lost touch with - the idea, and the desirability, of taste. (D. J. Taylor)
If The Train in the Night
went no further than the list of life-changing music that drops in at the end, like an index, it would be just another retread of High Fidelity
, but Nick Hornby's book is a boy's train-set in comparison to this. Coleman does nothing less than stage a noble rescue of that gauzy 18th-century girl, Taste. He explains better than anyone I've read the difference between liking certain music and being "into" it. (Brian Morton Independent
His memoir...intercuts vivid biographical snapshots with the narrative of what he calls his 'calamity' in a story told with warmth, wit, candour and dry, self-deprecating humour and without a whiff of self-pity... Coleman is insightful and convincing in his musings on music's emotional impact, funny on his recollections of the pains of growing up and sharp in his analysis of the thorny issue of musical 'taste'. (Time Out
It is often moving, and sad; because Coleman is a spirited person, who writes with an irrepressible Hornby-esque skip in his style, it is also often funny and admirable. (Andrew Motion Guardian
Music journalism thrives on a rapid turnover - of talent, trends, writers even - so an opportunity to contemplate a lifetime in music's thrall is understandably irresistible. (Steve Jelbert Independent on Sunday
An account of one man's struggle to recover from the loss of his greatest passion in life - and a hymn to music.