Empirically proving that—no matter where you are—kids wanna rock, this is Chuck Klosterman''s hilrious memoir of growing up as a shameless metalhead in Wyndmere, North Dakotoa (population: 498).
With a voice like Ace Frehley''s guitar, Klosterman hacks his way through hair-band history, beginning with that fateful day in 1983 when his older brother brought home Mötley Crüe''s Shout at the Devil. The fifth-grade Chuck wasn''t quite ready to rock—his hair was too short and his farm was too quiet—but he still found a way to bang his nappy little head. Before the journey was over, he would slow-dance to Poison, sleep innocently beneath satanic pentagrams, lust for Lita Ford, and get ridiculously intellectual about Guns N'' Roses. C''mon and feel his noize.
