NEWS
2020/05/01
Let’s be honest, most rock autobiographies are duller than dishwater. Either that or they venture into the realms of self-aggrandising nonsense or, even worse, obfuscation. The opposite is true of on all counts of Mark Lanegan’s Sing Backwards And Weep – one of the most unflinching memoirs in the history of music writing. The prologue opens at an indeterminate date in 1997 with Mark getting pulled over by the cops having just scored a bag of dope and a bag of coke with his cross-dressing pal, St Louis Simon. He has no ID on him, his passport is in his nearby apartment, “on the coffee table covered in crack pipes” to be precise. Feigning indignation at being stopped, he simply tells the policeman his name. “Didn’t you used to be a singer?” comes the reply. And, right there, in the spac...
