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). 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 Mötley Crüe's Shout at the Devil. 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. 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. C'mon and feel his noize.