Sick On You
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  • Published: 2 July 2015
  • ISBN: 9781473503717
  • Imprint: Ebury Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 368

Sick On You

The Disastrous Story of Britain’s Great Lost Punk Band

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2 Jul 2015
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21 Jul 2016
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18 Aug 2016
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The real story of The Hollywood Brats and how punk should have begun

**MOJO MAGAZINE'S BOOK OF THE YEAR**

The Hollywood Brats are the greatest band you’ve never heard of.

Recording one near-perfect punk album in 1974, they were tragically ahead of their time.

With only a guitar, a tatty copy of the Melody Maker and his template for the perfect band, Andrew Matheson set out, in 1971, to make musical history. His band, The Hollywood Brats, were pre-punk prophets – uncompromising, ultra-thin, wild, untameable and outrageous. But thrown into the crazy world of the 1970s London music scene, the Brats ultimately fell foul of the crooks and heavies that ran it and an industry that just wasn’t ready for them.

Directly inspiring the London SS, the Clash, Malcolm McLaren and the Sex Pistols, The Hollywood Brats imploded too soon to share the glory. Punk’s answer to Withnail and I, Sick On You is a startling, funny and brilliantly entertaining period memoir about never quite achieving success, despite flying so close to greatness.
  • Published: 2 July 2015
  • ISBN: 9781473503717
  • Imprint: Ebury Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 368
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About the author

Andrew Matheson

Andrew Matheson was a founding member of The Hollywood Brats, the band that never really was. When the group prematurely imploded, Andrew left the music industry in a huff to play football in North America. When he became exhausted by chasing a fat man called Eusebio around the pitch for 90 minutes, he rejoined the world of music with ‘Monterey Shoes'. He has since been writing music, producing, publishing magazine articles and recording more critically acclaimed music. Although now thrice removed from the louche lounge-wizard he once was he still has all his own hair and the majority of his own teeth, and is looking forward to the re-release of the classic Brats music by Cherry Red Records.

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Praise for Sick On You

The Hollywood Brats are the greatest band I’ve ever seen

Keith Moon

Britain’s great lost punk band

Q-Magazine

History is told by the victors, but Andrew Matheson's tale of rock 'n' roll failure is much more compelling than any tired celebrity narrative. Lurid, stupid, crazed and quixotic, the primal adolescent silliness and arrogance of great pop music runs through every page.

Stuart Maconie

Flagrant, addled, highly competitive, the Hollywood Brats predicted Punk in the moribund early seventies. Andrew Matheson’s concise, hilarious memoir tells the pleasure and pain of being an unheralded pioneer.

Jon Savage, author of England’s Dreaming

The Hollywood Brats are a folk legend; they were doing what they were doing before anybody. This is one of the great rock 'n' roll hard luck stories, by turns shocking and hilarious, and Andrew Matheson has a terrific eye for comic detail.

Bob Stanley author of Yeah Yeah Yeah: the Story of Modern Pop

The greatest rock 'n' roll story you've never heard: the Hollywood Brats hit the early 70s like a spaceship landing in Victorian London. Matheson's book is as lurid and compelling as the band themselves.

John Niven, author of Kill Your Friends

Rock ’n’ roll at its disastrous best…brilliant. Someone needs to make a film of this immediately.

Classic Rock

The best rock 'n' roll memoir you will read all year.

Dylan Jones

Riotously hilarious story… Might just be the most entertaining music memoir ever written

Independent Arts & Books

The funniest music book I’ve ever read – by some measure.

Shindig! Magazine

True, proper rock 'n' roll. A funny, sad, superbly written saga. This book is great.

Bob Geldof

So colourful, so comical, so damn bitchy... hilarious

Tony Fletcher, iJamming

Matheson writes with the jagged verve he once sought from his band.

Kevin Canfield, Washington Post