“With the discovery of Lester Bangs, I started to make sense to myself” In 1987 Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung by Lester Bangs was published with the subtitle ‘Rock ’N’ Roll as Literature and Literature as Rock ’N’ Roll’ and the scales fell from my eyes. Hiding out in Airdrie, a small working class town on the outskirts of Glasgow, I had spent much of the late 1980s trying to join the dots between all of my disparate enthusiasms – crude rock ’n’ roll, psychedelia, free jazz, garage rock, Lou Reed, Russian novelists, psychotronic movies, the Beats, post-punk and gonzo music journalism. Then Bangs laid it out, with all of the iconoclasm and intensity of my favourite records. Up until then I had been following stray clues, watching what records…