Fucked By Rock

Never before has such sordid, depraved and inhuman activity seemed so perfectly natural. Charting the highs and lows of the author's own daemon, Zodiac Mindwarp, Fucked By Rock, and its pre-Zodiac sister book I Have The Greatest Respect For You, George, offer a myriad of warnings and lessons as they lay bare the inner workings of an absorbent mind subjected to levels of weird sex, bad drugs, comical violence and heavy decibels which would wither lesser souls. Zed has stalked the rock world in various states of repair since fi rst encountering his muse during a lost month on the island of Formentera in the early 1980s, trailing near miss albums, broken dreams and angry women in his wake ever since. Fucked By Rock is riddled with it's own take on every cliche in the rock canon, and presented in Manning's own unique, subjective manner. Major stars, hideous atrocities committed in the name of rock and the excesses of stardom are all treated with nonchalance and bemusement as Zed positions himself perfectly as ringleader cum front line reporter at some of the most heinous and distasteful incidents ever committed to paper. Certainly not for the faint hearted. I Have The Greatest Respect For You, George, meanwhile, offers a window on the youthful Manning as he claws his way out of the 1970s and the North, drawing, writing and rocking with fervor, glimpsing the female form whenever the opportunity presents itself, avoiding the local Hitler Youth and protecting his womenfolk from the Ripper as best he can. Hilarious, insightful and brutally frank, no aspiring rocker or self fried could-have-been can afford to ignore these original and inspiring glimpses backstage at the cathedral of bullshit rock dreams.