shit, a shitty badly written.... well honestly a hardly written at all book. Somehow believes punk to have originated with warhol and studio 54, hello pop art and disco there was nothing much punk about that; what about dadaism and nihilism??
Also, it is messy, spends whole sections on Malcolm mclaren and viv Westwood, only to repeat the same later on, repeatedly dredges up Siouxie Sioux only to tell some shock story, nothing much about the bands aside from sex pistols who basically it is about and i know old punks and pretty much the consensus is they were the popular side of it, and crap at that, also briefly mentions the ramones, the clash & the damned (who i like but the book refers to as a cartoon of a band, and has nothing to say about female bands (aside from the obvious debbie harry and lydia lunch i suppose bc they was photogenic), or curiously enough the fans aside from branding them as "posers" when honestly...what else is a 15 to 17 y/o blank slate trying on a movement going to be.
I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. I thought it would be full of interviews, but it only features poorly chosen excerpts from them,his is the literary equivalent of a cock tease, and random in the worst way.