Budgie delivers a better than average music memoir linking his future excesses with the early loss of his mother, a trauma buried for decades. He gives up some dirt here on ex-wife Siouxsie Sioux who comes off as cruel, aloof and seriously alcoholic. Sad glamorous hotel scenes featuring bloody glass shards backdrop casual hurtful infidelities. Serious innuendo here about Robert Smith or maybe it’s just professional jealousy? Lots here for you drummers out there - plenty of high hat, technical specs and oddly Phil Collins. For old glam rockers like me or those wanting a taste of 80’s excess.

Karen, Unity Books wellington