Sunday, 10 June 2018

Review: Sirens

Sirens Sirens by Joseph Knox
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Joseph Knox's debut is excellent. A dark noir set in a dark wintry Manchester, Sirens takes the reader into the city's drug culture in the company of DC Aidan Waits, a user himself, a troubled young man whose police career seems to be on a downward spiral when we meet him and whose prospects aren't improved much by the undercover assignment he 'accepts'. As Waits investigates the disappearance of a politician's daughter, death, both accidental and homicide, is never far away. The violence is sudden and shocking, the atmosphere nihilistic at times. Like the Joy Division albums, whose titles are shared by the sections of the novel, there is little humour here but the writing is gritty and realistic.

Sirens reminded me a lot of two other first novels which took my breath away recently - Dodgers by Bill Beverly & A Lesson In Violence (She Rides Shotgun) by Jordan Harper - and I look forward to reading the follow up, The Smiling Man, soon.

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Monday, 28 May 2018

Review: The Ruin

The Ruin The Ruin by Dervla McTiernan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Dervla McTiernan's debut, The Ruin, is an excellent addition to the fine run of Irish crime novels published in recent years. Set in Galway, the novel introduces Cormac Reilly, recently transferred from Dublin to a seemingly unwelcoming An Garda Síochána station in the city, who finds that suicide of a local man appears connected to a crime scene to which he was assigned 2o years ago as an inexperienced Guard. The Ruin reminded me a lot of Tana French, which can't be a bad thing. Dervla McTiernan writes very well; the characters are well drawn and the dialogue natural. I enjoyed this immensely and look forward to the next in the series due in 2019.

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Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Review: Detroit 67: The Year That Changed Soul

Detroit 67: The Year That Changed Soul Detroit 67: The Year That Changed Soul by Stuart Cosgrove
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Detroit 67:The Year That Changed Soul is an excellent month-by-month chronology of the momentous political and social events which took place in the city in that year. Stuart Cosgrove hangs his history on Motown, the fantastically successful Hitsville USA, which was in 1967 rocked by internal events which mirrored those in the city of Detroit and the wider USA. He concentrates largely on the breakdown within The Supremes and the ousting of Florence Ballard but also covers the sacking of David Ruffin from The Temptations, Holland-Dozier-Holland's divorce from the label and the achingly sad story of Tammi Terrell.

Cosgrove is a very talented writer, particularly when covering the soul music he clearly loves, both the Motown artists and those in the wider Detroit soul scene. He is less convincing when writing about the emerging garage-rock scene and the MC5 - and Jimi Hendrix did not burn the American flag at Woodstock; he didn't need to, his incendiary rendition of the Star Spangled Banner was protest enough against the ongoing Vietnam war. But the book is largely successful and reads at times like a thriller. The sections detailing the murders of 3 black youths and the torture of others by Detroit police officers in the Algiers motel are harrowing.

1967 was the year that Motown began the move away from Detroit to LA and became less the purveyor of 'the Motown sound' but it led to the more overtly political and social commentary of Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder and the Norman Whitfield era Temptations. I am really looking forward to Cosgrove's take on the southern soul scene in his follow up, Memphis '68.

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Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Review: Disorder

Disorder Disorder by Gerard Brennan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Disorder.
The crowd roars.
Noise.
It crackles like a radio between stations.
Violence.
A troop of civilians moves as one. There's a savage beauty to this chaos. It tumbles like the tide. Crashes into riot shields. Seeks a break in the seal.
It's relentless.
Disorder.


I like Gerard Brennan. His early novellas, like The Point and Wee Rockets, 'crackled and fizzled' with violence and sly dark, very dark, Northern Ireland humour. And, while his 2014 novel, Undercover, felt like he was writing the book he thought he should write, a fairly straight thriller. Disorder is a return to that gritty, wryly funny, Belfast Noir.

Like the best Noir, Disorder is populated by disreputable characters with varying levels of stupidity and sleekedness (look it up..). It's a story of revenge, of drugs, of riots, of political and corporate meddling, all underpinned by a black comedy that perhaps only people from Norn Iron can understand but will hopefully be appreciated further afield.

Published by those nice people at No Alibis, the best bookshop in the world, Gerard Brennan's Disorder deserves to be in the company of Stuart Neville, Adrian McKinty, Colin Bateman and Brian McGilloway whose recommendations all appear on the cover.

Highly recommended.

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Friday, 16 March 2018

Review: Trampled Under Foot: The Power and Excess of Led Zeppelin

Trampled Under Foot: The Power and Excess of Led Zeppelin Trampled Under Foot: The Power and Excess of Led Zeppelin by Barney Hoskyns
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

"The paranoia and the suspicion and all that stuff is part and parcel of who he is, and unfortunately it manifests itself in some weird ways."

I don't like Jimmy Page although I do like a lot of his music. I don't like that Page appears to be unable to share credit (unless legally enforced in doing so) - whether in stealing from Willie Dixon and other blues greats or taking full credit for every note, every sound on Led Zeppelin albums to the extent of changing engineers in case any of them had the temerity to claim they did anything other than position the faders exactly where Jimmy told them to. I don't like that he resurfaces every few years to repackage and resell the same 8 or so albums. 2018 being Zep's 50th, we can expect to go through the cycle again.

I don't like John Bonham. He was a good drummer, but he didn't invent drums. He was a thug.

I do like Robert Plant. He has had a musical life after Zeppelin and some of it has been good.

I do like John Paul Jones, a seriously under-estimated musician. He also seems like a nice man.

I do like Barney Hoskyns but I would have liked some commentary from him, an opinion. Trampled Underfoot is essentially a chronological arranging of various interviews and, while they tell a fascinating story, I expected at least some counterpoint to the likes of Mick Wall's "You are Jimmy Page and you are justified in robbing everyone blind because you are a genius and they would never have been as good as you anyway..." (see When Giants Walked the Earth) or the salacious Hammer of the Gods.

There is a fascinating story here but I think Hoskyns could have told it better.

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Friday, 2 March 2018

Review: We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered by Mark Andersen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered
by Mark Andersen, Ralph Heibutzki

An admirable attempt to put the last few years of The Clash into a political and social context, ‘We Are The Clash Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered’ is the story of the band’s final days set against the turmoil of Thatcher’s Britain - the miners’ strike, the Falklands War - and Reagan’s America - the Cold War threat of ‘limited nuclear war in Europe’, Iran-Contra - times that should have been made for a band as politically outspoken as The Clash.

The authors have written a well-researched and very readable history of a period in The Clash’s history which has largely been ignored by the vast majority of music journalism. The band had splintered: drummer, Topper Headon had already gone, struggling with heroin addiction and, in a move which would have been unthinkable a couple of years earlier, in 1982 Joe Strummer had sacked founder member and lead-guitarist, Mick Jones. In most retrospectives, including the band’s own, The Clash ended here but, as the authors rightly point out and evidenced by bootleg recordings of the time, musically, The Clash were in pretty good shape.

Andersen and Heibutzki also offer a succinct history of, and commentary on, the contemporaneous events of the early 1980s. In the UK, Margaret Thatcher’s war on the mining industry tore communities apart and caused bitterness and resentment that still resonate today. In the USA, Ronald Reagan was conducting a more covert war against ‘the threat of communism’ and breaking all manner of laws in doing so. The arms race with USSR came as close as it ever did to ‘Mutually Assured Destruction’ when, on September 26, 1983, only the gutsy stubbornness of Stansilav Petrov, a Soviet ‘early warning system’ monitor, in not reporting what turned out to be a malfunction as an actual attack, prevented the start of WWIII.

The failure of the book is that, despite valiant attempts to connect the band to the times around them, there was actually little connection. Little connection, not because of any failure on the authors’ part but rather because The Clash, and Joe Strummer in particular, were in such a state of disarray that, other than a few low-key gigs in support of the striking miners in the UK, they failed to make any meaningful impact.

'The gap between Strummer’s aims and his ability to live them yawned even wider.’

‘“Where was The Clash? They were AWOL, missing in action, nowhere to be seen”’ - Billy Bragg

The book is littered with awkward transitions between what was happening with The Clash and what was happening in the world because the truth is that The Clash failed to turn up.

‘Three days before Reagan chose to wager his regime on this desperate ploy (selling arms to Iran), The Clash played the Rockscene in Guehenno, in a remote region of France.’

The authors neatly sum up the significance of The Clash at the time in this one sentence. Not only was the venue remote, the band remote from shady and probably illegal political machinations but on that particular date - July 13, 1985 - “seemingly every major rock act on earth played the Live Aid concert for African famine relief..” All of these events were calling for The Clash and The Clash didn’t show up.

The authors make a good case that the major cause of the end of The Clash was not the sacking of Mick Jones but the return of manager Bernie Rhodes. Rhodes, who had been instrumental in pulling the band together with Jones, prior to Strummer’s recruitment, before being ousted, saw an opportunity to take the reins and steer The Clash in the direction in which he wanted to go. The band toured as directed by Rhodes and, more significantly, the album which put the final nail in the band’s coffin, ‘Cut The Crap’, was Rhodes’ vision, a melding of punk and ‘80s electronic pop.

The authors offer a hearty defence of the album, on which few of The Clash save Strummer make any real contribution - guitar parts are heavily processed and lost in the mix, the drums are largely programmed and played in a drum machine - but their arguments are weak. Early demos of many of the tracks on ‘Cut The Crap’ suggest a much better album was in there but the final result is weak. As the book points out, Joe Strummer was lost at this point, occasionally literally, and The Clash did not really exist. A busking tour was a final stand and, had the album been successful, could have led to a resurgence but Joe Strummer essentially walked away and, thankfully, Bernie Rhodes plans to keep the band going without him came to nothing.

The book should be a must-read for Clash fans. It is well-written and is largely successful in placing The Clash in context with the times. That the band failed to engage with the world around them is not the fault of the authors but perhaps serves to mark not just the end of The Clash but the beginning of the end of any real political influence of rock and pop groups as a whole.

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered
by Mark Andersen, Ralph Heibutzki is published by Akashic Books on July 3, 2018.

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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Review: Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House

Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House by Michael Wolff
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Riveting stuff, 'Fire and Fury' reads like a novel, a fast-moving, sometimes breathless account of the first nine months of the Trump administration. If only 10 percent of this were true, and a review of Trump's Twitter account or a quick glance at the news lends weight to it being vastly more than that, it would still be sensational and frightening. The fact that Trump tried to prevent publication should make this required reading and the events in few months since the period the author covers - from 'my nuclear button is bigger than his' to Steve Bannon being seemingly forced to step down from Breitbart News this morning - suggest that the scary story is far from over....

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Review: The Driver

The Driver The Driver by Mark Dawson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Another excellent episode in what is becoming a must-read series for me, 'The Driver', while not just as strong as the first two books, is a fast-moving thriller and excellent entertainment.

Following on 3 months after the events in Mexico, John Milton is lying low in San Francisco, working two jobs, as a taxi driver and delivery man, while trying to find time to attend AA meetings. It is in the order job that he takes a young woman, who turns out to be a call-girl, to a party from which she flees and disappears. Milton, still atoning for his past 'sins', feels responsible and begins to investigate. The investigation takes on increased urgency when the bodies of other call-girls are found.

The more leisurely pace of the plot means that Milton has time to develop some semblance of a personal life with a woman he meets at AA. Beau Baxter from 'Saint Death' also makes an appearance which serves to broaden Milton's world too.

I am really taken by the whole 'James Bond, Licence Revoked' nature of these book and, while tighter editing may have been needed in places (at times there were references to two 'He's' with some confusion to whom the 'he' referred), I am really looking forward to 'Ghosts' and the introduction of Beatrix Rose.

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Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Review: Saint Death

Saint Death Saint Death by Mark Dawson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed this fast-moving thriller, the second in Mark Dawson's John Milton series. It is the literary equivalent of a Jason Statham movie, and that's not a bad thing - the Stathe is very good at what he does, John Milton is very good at what he does, and Mark Dawson is proving very, very good at what he does.

This time round, Milton, recovering from his 'quitting' the British Secret Service, and his less than successful attempt to help those in need in 'The Cleaner', turns up in Mexico just in time to face off against the Cartel and, all the while, his employers are trying to track him down and possibly 'retire' him for good. This is not the war on drugs epic of Don Winslow but it is not trying to be. It is a breathless thriller, easily the equal of Lee Child (although I admit I find Reacher hard to relate to).

Milton is Bond gone rogue and trying to do the right thing. I loved it and I'm going straight into the third novel, 'The Driver'.

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Friday, 29 December 2017

Review: IQ

IQ IQ by Joe Ide
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

When a publisher describes a first novel as "a combustible cocktail of Bosch, Hiaasen and Conan Doyle" they are asking for trouble, and not just because of the confusion of characters and authors in the blurb... Unless, of course, the novel is as good as IQ.

In Isaiah Quintabe, Joe Ide has created a likeable protagonist, a 'street' investigator whose deductive reasoning and observational talents do indeed echo Sherlock Holmes. The writing, plot and dialogue, is excellent and merits the comparison with Michael Connelly. From the prologue which introduces IQ and his abilities straight away, through a skilful handling of interwoven timelines Ide proves to be a nimble and entertaining writer. The plot alternates between 2005, Isaiah's coming of age, his 'origin story' as an investigator, and 2013 as he investigates the attempted murder of a rap artist. Along the way we meet Dodson, the likeable rogue sidekick, and a gallery of music business hangers-on all of whom bring depth and humour to the book.

I thoroughly enjoyed the novel and look forward to reading the follow up, Righteous, soon.

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Review: Corpus

Corpus Corpus by Rory Clements
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

This was hard work. When a publisher advertises a novel 'for fans of Robert Harris' I expect more. Harris is a master at taking historical events, building believable characters, bringing dialogue to life and creating real suspense - even when the reader knows the outcome. Rory Clements doesn't.

The synopsis was very promising - the abdication crisis, Europe on the brink of war. A skilful novelist could get into the heads of Stanley Baldwin, Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson (and the suspicions of Nazism around them), George VI. A novelist can go places that a historian cannot. What were they thinking? What were the motivations? Instead we get a central character, Tom Wilde, Cambridge history professor, who is as tedious and unsympathetic a protagonist as I have read in a long time. We get a cardboard cutout Baldwin. We get Nazi and Communist caricatures. We learn less about the crisis than a quick Wikipedia search would provide. A tangental plot involving Spanish gold which adds nothing. And dialogue of which Dan Brown would be proud (Brown can create suspense however...).

Very disappointing. I struggled to finish it and may have done just to see if some character, the Midsomer policeman perhaps, would ask Tom Wilde who he was and why he was here...

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The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones

Etsy Beaucarne is an academic who needs to get published. So when a journal written in 1912 by Arthur Beaucarne, a Lutheran pastor and her g...