Everybody Must Get Stoned:

Sirius writes as if he’s having a conversation with you on the bus or, for the less publicly appropriate parts (of which there are many), from the comfort of your living room. Which might be where you end up reading this – so that’s comforting. He traces the history of narcotics, uppers, downers, head-spinners and tail-waggers in his own (rock star-ish) language. High-brow, this is not, but it doesn’t pretend to be and a book like this might as well be written in crass vernacular, in fitting with the context. It also contains short sharp personal digs at the music as it goes along, and continues in such an unafraid way throughout. Not for the faint hearted, but certainly for those who are hunting for the truth about the happy combination of drugs and rock songs.