The story is captivatingly raunchy. Despite it taking place during one seemly endless day, this story of a rock band in
is jam packed with events and encounters. As would be expected from a rock band on the road there are several graphic sexual stumbles, even one including peanut butter. The drugs employed are a cornucopia of ups and downs that will spin your head and make you wish you were 18 again. Amsterdam,
On the jacket cover the four band members are described as:
The singer has become a born-again Buddhist who preaches from the stage, the bass player's raging eczema has turned his hands into a pulpy mess, the drummer is a sex-fiend tormented by the misdeeds of his porn-king father, and the guitar player--the only talented one--is thoroughly cowed by the constant abuse of his band mates.
Of the many encounters this cast of tormented souls play-out there are many tender and murderous moments. This book is a great read. Both Dr. J and I read it which leaves me to believe that it is well suited for both sexes.
As far as first novels go, Michael Shillings is on my admirer list.