In many ways, Bauhaus were the darkest and deadliest of Britain's post-punk pioneers. Seeing them live in London the week In The Flat Field came out is an experience I will never forget. Instead of overkill, they were the master of underkill and spine-tingling tension. Then they got famous.
Now David J reflects on both personal and collective evolution and how to rise from the ashes the right way when a truly great band breaks up. And to think it all started in a vacuum, far away from the lights of London, in a sleepy market town in the Midlands.
It's amazing how far people can go when they're not afraid of their own intelligence, curiousity, and new ideas. I don't think he's done either.
Bauhaus was like a hard cock in a dimly lit room filled with vampires. This book is told firsthand by one of the reckless few that created such an important and unusual genre of music
Their odd, witchy songs snaked themselves all the way whence they came into my temportal lobe and impacted on what I ended up becoming as an artist.
Another sorry tale of how ego, drugs, and black magick (and I don't mean the chocolates) destroyed another great band. It made me sad.
This is mesmorizing writing with a sense of humour with a bite and attention to detail so vivid you're there!
This personal and bold accounting of frequently outrageous events will inform and enthral those who love an engaging life story (as well as music history buffs) with it's many powerful behind-the-scenes explosions, but the book really gets into high gear in the final sublime metaphysical chapters. An entralling read.
It's been well over thirty years since I've seen David J in person, but reading this wildly vivid memoir makes 1982 feel like yesterday.
Eloquent and Smart. A great read.
This book offers a fascinating glimpse into the musical and artistic development of David J Haskins, from his involvement with Bauhaus and the counterculture underground to his stoned immaculate foray into the occult.
At times insightful, sometimes shocking, often hilarious, a delightful book.
I laughed, then I got scared, then I laughed again. I've just read David J Haskins's memoirs. I had expected drugs and sex and rock music; I had not expected the kaleidoscopic parade of sheer insanity, the loads of blood and punch-ups, fantastic egos, dark arts, creeps and cons, curses, witches, gurus, psychological warfare, superstars and nameless angels, demons and doomed types, fire, arrests, legal battles, gods and doors to other worlds, astral projection, ASTRAL FUCKING PROJECTION. I could go on but you might as well read it. All this scattered across the rise and falls and rises of David J's formidable career in music, AND it's actually quite a hilarious read, save for all the creepy crawlie bits.