To some, singer-songwriter Luke Haines is the father of Britpop. The man himself, ever the contrarian, would probably demand a paternity test. From the early 1990s, he led assorted influential bands – The Auteurs, Black Box Recorder – and won a cult following. His songs are unfailingly intelligent and literate, qualities that he put to use in his much-admired autobiography, Bad Vibes. This second volume picks up in 1997. Haines’ endeavours over this period are torpedoed by bad luck or, often, self-sabotage. But his acid, misanthropic perspective and killer turn of phrase make for a compelling read. Okay, there’s a lot of petty point-scoring, but elevated to something of an artform.