What we have here is a diary of Henry Rollins' tenure with perhaps the greatest hardcore band ever, the Black Flag.Hank's pros- at 18 he quit working in a DC area ice cream store and became the lead singer of the LA hardcore legends. He never looked back despite total poverty, constant violence and never ending tours. None of us are that strong physically or emotionally so perhaps I should just shut the hell up.
The cons- the band basically started sucking as soon as he joined, he doesnt drink except coffee, has a real dumb meathead take on Nitztche and will not stop talking about how numb he feels emotionally and physically. This last part goes on for 5 years!
Like the Replacements book, this sucks. But its still worth it for the little details of an underground 80s community that existed within a pre-internet, pre-Soul Seek, Ronald Reagan, hair metal America. Oh, and a quick spin of the First 4 Years confirms Greg Ginn's guitar is the most destructive, awesome killing machine ever. Ever.
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