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by Ian Macleay
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Review By: Rotten
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It hasn't taken long for the books to appear, With Malcy still warm in the ground comes this supposedly comprehensive account of the life of the pop Svengali (or complete chancer), but I found more than a few errors here.
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The book kicks off with the story of Malcolm Edwards (as he was then), and the strange relationship with his grandmother Rose Corre Issacs - rightfully credited with installing the Anarchistic tendencies in the young Malcolm.
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Moving on to his Art School days, and his relationship with Vivienne Westwood, the crux of the book then settles for a re-telling of the Sex Pistols story in a detailed but basic way.. There is then a very short chapter on Bow Wow Wow, and then it deals with Malcolm's Funeral.
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OK, anyone spotted the problem? That's right.......Anyone reading this book will gain the knowledge of the Pistols, and after the Bow Wow Wow bit, Malcolm disappears and gets buried!!! Not a mention of the solo albums, a tiny mention of the rap collaboration but that's all. This was the bit I wanted to read about, knowing all the other history, I was let down here.
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Avoid this book and wait until a better one comes out.
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