"[Coxon] tells his self-aware, self-analytical
tale with a disarming, unfiltered honesty . . . A bizzarely engaging read." ―
Classic
Rock Magazine "Refreshingly modest . . . [A] very rare thing: a memoir by a rock star who doesn't have too much of an ego." ―
The Times "Charting the hedonism of his Nineties heyday and the ensuing
fallout, Blur's reluctant guitar hero is finally making himself heard."
― Evening Standard "Covers a huge amount of ground - everything from [Coxon's]
early years as a kid growing up in army barracks to his current musical
incarnation, the Waeve . . . Compelling." ―
Irish Independent "Verse, Chorus, Monster! breaks off with Coxon, a classically tortured artist, on a blessedly even
keel." ―
Observer "Coxon paints a picture - specifically, a self-portrait - of
the tortured artist perpetually at odds with his bandmates, the escalating
demands of success and the abject horror of being shackled to the runaway train
that was Britpop." ―
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