Really a 3.5 but rounded up. Depending on the chapter, this is such a satisfying memoir. Banks leave no stone unturned, whereas in many memoirs I find myself going “but what about that period or that time.” In other words, balanced. He’s a relatable flawed human, and it’s fun to hear about Pulp’s antics. Some boring bits inevitably for non-musicians. Also? I’m a little confused. This was published in 2023. The summer of 2023, I got the joy of flying to England and seeing their gargantuan hometown show in Sheffield. The books ends with a meek sputter and emphasizes that Pulp played their songs for the last time. Did Banks actually know they were reuniting before this book went into editing? Or did he get convinced after the fact?