As Skid Rows Sebastian Bach publishes a tell-all autobiography, we survey some other notable efforts from the metal memoir genre I was a total asshole, scrawls Sebastian Bach in his memoir 18 And Life On Skid Row. Thinking back on it now disgusts me. Quite, you mumble, as you survey a narrative wasteland strewn with bunched fists, cocaine, vodka, fellatio, singed pubic hair, denim shorts and exhaustive asininity. But suffer he, and we, must. Ever since the 2001 publication of The Dirt, Mtley Cres bogglingly squalid backstage confessional, the unvarnished tell-all has been a rite of passage for the reflective ageing metaller, with life lessons dispensed against a backdrop of, as Bach attests, near-total assholery. So many of these memoirs are out there now that its not easy to tell where one pounding anecdotal buttock ends and the next begins. Heres a guide to those that, inevitably, go up to 11… I Am Ozzy
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