From the wee cunt who wrote Trainspotting, Porno, Filth, Glue, and so on. A collection of short stories scraped from some unsanitary gutter, all unmistakably Welshian in their content and style.
And how would I define Welshian? Well, for starters, there's the drugs. Lots. Like in the title story - after a bad LSD trip a junky finds that his brain has been switched with that of a toddler. And sex, like in the Sexual Disaster Quartet - four pieces of microfiction that are short, sweet and dirty. There's violence - the novella A Smart Cunt gives us a bit of that - and of course, there's plenty of vernacular explosion.
While many of the stories flop, others fly. Welsh definately takes a lot of risks, both with his content and aesthetic. A Smart Cunt sucked me right in, The Acid House made me laugh, and some others really left me feeling nihilistic and loving it. Others, well, others fell short. But even those that did were breathtaking to read. I don't care what anyone says: Welsh's voice and style are addictive.
Though the collection doesn't live up to Trainspotting, it's still worth a read, specially if you're a fan of Welsh and like the sketchy urban setting of Edinburgh.
7/10
