A review by blackheath
The Kinks are the Village Green Preservation Society by Andy Miller

2.0

The first section on the writing and recording of the album is interesting. The rest of the book is a lot of typical rock critic bullshit: fawning praise for the record and Ray Davies tempered with snide remarks and know-it-all comments about Davies and his alleged true thoughts and intentions. As Sybil Fawlty said to Basil re: the latter's treatment of the hotel's guests: "You’re either crawling all over them, licking their boots, or spitting poison at them like some benzedrine puff adder." Obnoxious.