Haines was always too clever to be a pop star...As a writer, though, he's a national treasure-in-waiting, cutting through the pomp with drily hilarious anecdotes. Post Everything sums up the silliness of the indie scene perfectly.

Post Everything is written with such authority that it suggests that Haines has finally found his calling ... He brilliantly describes two years of futile effort, and the true pain of collaborative endeavours...But Haines's pain provides our pleasure.

Luke Haines: genius. I'm pretty sure he'd hate being called a genius, while secretly thinking, Yes, I am one. He is one ... An astute observer of what's going down ... Post Everything is worth your while.

Reads like being regaled in the pub by a brilliantly indiscreet misanthrope ... Hilarious.

Thrilling...Against the backdrop of a collapsing music business, the rise of Simon Cowell, reality TV, war, and the great New labour disappointment, this is that very British of things - a celebration of heroic failure...Now that Luke Haines' musical memoirs are complete...let's see where he casts his gimlet eye and chooses to let his pen run next.

Delightfully scathing, frequently hilarious dissection of his splendidly non-commercial musical career...This is essential reading for old and jaded music fans.

Haines manages to maintain a degree of objectivity and offers us a perspective on the music industry as it turns to dust. It helps that he is funny. Like an articulate but permanently pissed uncle, he's a master of the clever cuss and an enthusiastic employer of the tangential footnote...This is an enjoyably smirksome read.

"Must never end up like Bobby Gillespie" It's not a bad strategy for life, and happily one the ferociously talented Luke Haines continues to adhere to in his follow-up to Bad Vibes. Resuming from where that excoriatingly brilliant book left off...Grimly amusing.