Being partly an account of the songwriting process, the book inevitably lacks arguably the most important aspect of that art: the music. Which means we're often left with Will Hodgkinson's dodgy lyrics. Mercifully his prose style is far more sophisticated.
He also redeems himself with some first-class music journalism. It's the wisdom he extracts from some of the best practitioners of the trade that make this book more than yet another high-concept comedy quest (à la Tony Hawks's [[''One Hit Wonderland]]'').
Having chronicled his struggle to master the guitar at the age of 34 in his previous book ''Guitar Man'', Hodgkinson here takes the process to the next level: to preserve some of his compositions for posterity in the form of a vinyl single. His slightly ironic hope is that future generations will discover it as a lost classic.