An entertaining and honest, if somewhat verbose, account of the Pogues' on-the-road roistering. Unfortunately, the frankness does not make you warm to a band, who, if they'd put as much energy into their music as they did into their drinking, would surely have made an even greater contribution to British music history (although that can be said about many bands!).
If I was a betting man, I'd wager that the book was not enjoyed by Cait O'Riordan and Elvis Costello as much as by the general reading public. They don't come out of it that well, although I think they're a bit unkind to Costello in particular, as he played a great part in launching the Pogues by producing, and playing on, 'Rum, Sodomy and the Lash', and by helping them out on tour (even manning the drumkit on one occasion).
Well worth a read.
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