Partial to the occasional biography, I once again heard ol’ Faine spruiking this one on the radio whilst interviewing the author, Mark Seymour. Written in a direct, punchy style (fragments galore!) the story is cleverly and engagingly presented. Short and sharp. Referring to other members of the band by their vocations (The Doctor, The Synth, The Brass Section) Seymour tells tales of life with Hunters and Collectors in a uniquely self deprecating manner. Not one to hold back from mentioning his own flaws and foibles Seymour is witty and intelligent with a stirringly dry sense of humour.
Having not before realised that “Holy Grail’ was written about Napoleon, the song takes on a whole new meaning beyond the AFL Grand Final. Seymour’s analysis of why Hunter and Collectors had to wind up is also surprisingly interesting for someone who knew little of the band prior to the book.
Well worth a read.
