Music runs the world. Totally loved this analogous narrative about the capitalistic insanity of the rock band world – crappy, crappier bands and all.
Suck. Crash. Trollz. And then there is The Band. Glitter, manager and death racing right along. And no one got sex. Or drugs!
And then the day music died? Music didn’t die at all! Because Death is on an extension mania.
Soul Music isn’t my number 1 Discworld novel. But I loved it!