Disco Bloodbath - Tapa dura

Michael Musto I'm thrilled that James St. James remembered anything, let alone "EVERYTHING" about his dizzying club kid days. His wry recollections provide a hilarious, hallucinatory, harrowing romp that almost makes his friendship with club killer Michael Alig worthwhile. Having already lived this story, revisiting it through St. James's jaundiced-eye view was an unexpected revelation. "Disco Bloodbath" could turn anyone out of a K-hole. It's an instant classic about the severe price tag attached to fabulosity gone awry.

The author reveals the New York Club scene at its worst as he relates his involvement with Michael Alig, a Midwest nerd who became a leading club promoter and eventually found trouble after killing a drug dealer.