Take a second look at that warning label on the front. Is this really what you're looking for? In a book? Out of life? Then come on in, make yourself comfortable, you're in for one or two surprises . . .
Meet Connor, gobby singer of The Ossians, a band on the frass verge of the big time, embarking on a make or break tour of the Highlands. Connor thinks he's on a stairway to . . . not exactly heaven, but, if he's lucky, away from his own personal hell.
Unfortunately Connor can't outrun his demons that easily, as angry drug dealers, a stalker, the police, a pathological devotion to booze and pills, and his big stupid mouth all drag him deeper into his own inescapable nightmare.
He's in hell, but don't they say the devil's got all the best tunes?