Book: The Wicked Ways Of Malcolm McLaren by Craig Bromberg

Mister McLaren, the guy who bought us the dreadful Sex Pistols, the awful fashions, the even more hideous Bow Wow Wow and of course his own terrible music. I read this book because it mentioned Adam Ant and Boy George on the cover, but in reality Adam and George were only mentioned quite briefly. I don’t believe that George or Adam are fans of McLaren and certainly didn’t contribute to the book. Most of it was about the Sex Pistols, a group (in the loosest terms) that just made me feel sick. They looked horrible, they sounded horrible and everything that they did was horrible. So come on tell me, what is so big and so wonderful about someone spitting on you? Why did these talentless twits ever get the status that they seem to have today? I just don’t understand it. They were supposed to be a revelation to music, more like a destruction if you ask me. They couldn’t play, couldn’t sing and got rid of the only person (Glen Matlock) who had any talent whatsoever. Sid Vicious blinded a girl in one eye because of his drink and drug taking, murdered his girlfriend and eventually killed himself with an overdose. Nice character. Johnny Rotten went on to other things but not before he had taken McLaren to court over misappropriation of funds. Apparently the Pistols didn’t make much money but Malcolm did. Hmmm Why am I not surprised?
Throughout the book it seemed that everyone Malcolm got involved with he ended up upsetting at some point. He isn’t exactly the most popular individual. I didn’t enjoy his story I’m afraid. It concentrated so heavily on the Pistols and as I didn’t like them it was going to be a bit of a washout from the first page. However I persevered and hoped that the book would get better when Adam Ant and Boy George made an appearance, but it didn’t.
Score Board: 0/10 Awful book, awful man.