Some orchestra music purist catalogue Jazz music as just music-masturbation. I always thought that simile was too far fetched not only to be applied to the rich music genre, but to most of the popular culture itself. Well, this book made me change my mind. As the pages go on, the bad characters perform a gross and just plain wrong act of villainy after another; while the good guys are just lame. Until 75% of it, I still had hope on King turning the history around, but it just went downhill. Don't take me wrong, I can accept and even enjoy the gore as the next guy, but the history has to bring interesting turns; this book only crushes your hopes as pages go on. Really, do not read it. No, really, seriously, it is not worth it.

And then, the yell: Baaaaarbiieeeeeee..... ,ohh.. no...