Coal Black Mornings
Brett Anderson
Little, Brown
[This review originally appeared at The Spinoff]
We are drawn, so often, to music memoirs for the clichés of sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. The very best ones, however, ignore these tenets. Think Patti Smith’s Just Kids or Bob Dylan’s Chronicles. They also exist for both the mouth-breathing, moisty-palmed fan an…
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