Powered by a sharp and wholly original voice, Klosterman delivers a real-life High Fidelity in this savvy, deliriously funny memoir of growing up a shameless heavy-Metal devotee in 1980s North Dakota.
C\'mon and feel his noize..
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.
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.
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 M tley Cr e\'s Shout at the Devil.
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).
Powered by a sharp and wholly original voice, Klosterman delivers a real-life High Fidelity in this savvy, deliriously funny memoir of growing up a shameless heavy-Metal devotee in 1980s North Dakota
