Two of the reader-reviewers... get hold of the wrong end of the stick... This is not a non-fiction account of life on the road with a struggling indie band. It's a novel, for ****'s sake. You know, fiction. That stuff they make up. And it's damn good fiction. The positive reader-reviews are spot on: it's a perceptive and often dark trawl through the psyche, as well as through the grimmer parts of the West Midlands. It's also extremely funny, in parts. One of the best novels published in the UK as the 20th century drew to a close. I'm looking forward to Lane's next novel.