Frankie Poullain details The Darkness v. NME in entertaining detail

Ooh, I love me a “warts and all” rock memoir (actually, you can keep the warts). From a delightfully unexpected corner of the music world comes Dancing In The Darkness (left, click image to enlarge), in which the momentarily massive LOL-rockers’ ex-bassist reveals his “guide to begging for sex, smuggling drugs and pretending to be rock ‘n’ roll.”
Now when it comes to the generic nasties of being a rock star, there’s not much left to reveal - if you’ve read Hammer Of The Gods or The Dirt, you’ve seen how far backstage naughtiness can go. However, going by the extract published by The Quietus, much of the pleasure of reading Poullain’s tome will come from their tussles with the infamously snooty music press.

Check out what happened when frontman Justin Hawkins and NME editor Conor McNicholas met backstage at Reading in 2003:
In our surreal universe nothing was surprising, but I’ll admit even we were caught off guard. Perhaps that would excuse Justin’s retort: “Fuck off, just F-A-C-K O-F-F you waste of fucking space, I will never talk to the NME, you’re all a bunch of c**nts, fuck off!” He was rabid, livid and probably one or two other words ending in the letters ‘id’. They had to pretty much drag him off, calm him down and confiscate his nose candy.
Marvellous stuff. At least someone in the band was clear-brained enough to record such incidents, eh?
Read further extracts at The Quietus, find out more at Frankie’s website, or just cut to the chase and buy the shit out of this thing.