Throughout my youth I was addicted to rock biographies. Loving those covering bands from the 60s and early 70s in particular, Daisy Jones and The Six could easily have been one of those I read all the way back then. Y’know, if they weren’t fictional. It’s a testament to how well this is written that at some point, I definitely crossed over into weird “they’re real and I must hear their music” territory.
Daisy Jones and The Six charts the meteoric rise of the band and then their fall as the usual resentments, egos, drugs, and romantic entanglements get in the way – Fleetwood Mac fans would nod sagely at that last item. I wasn’t surprised on looking it up after finishing to find that said band served as quite a lot of inspiration.
Just like in all the best bands, their talent doesn’t stop every character from being a massive arse in their own way which gave the book a real ring of authenticity, particularly when it came to how different characters saw different parts of the band’s experience differently.
There’s something really quite special about this book that I don’t think my review is adequate at capturing, but I’m still wibbling over it more than a week after finishing it which says a lot for me – I’m usually straight on to the next without pausing for thought.
So, if you’re in the market for a cracking read that you can devour in mere hours before wanting to read it all over again, this is the book for you.