Publisher's Synopsis
Chronicling one man's increasingly frustrated attempt to listen to every album on Rolling Stone's Top 500 Albums of all time list, this comic and acerbic book looks at why we feel the need to quantify and rank our art, revels in the complex musical world we live in, and wonders why anyone would voluntarily listen to Bono. 'Disco sucks. It's a vile and wretched pox on the landscape of musical history, a music designed to be stripped of all merit save for its ability to make people shuffle around in darkened rooms, trying desperately to blot out the tedium of their existence, literally dancing to the beat of their own repression. That's even before you take into account the squeaky voices.'
