Clothes Music Boys by Viviane Albertine.
Apparently the trade copy had the original title (Clothes Clothes Clothes Music Music Music Boys Boys Boys) but my copy doesn't.
This might be the most honest book I've ever read. The Slits aren't my favourite punk band, but I think that's just because their music doesn't get much airplay any more, and isn't so familiar. But I gave the book a go, and oh my, what a woman Viv Albertine was and is. She can bloody write, too. She transported me to the '70s, and art college, and life in that mad punk clique. She doesn't dress up anything to make it look pretty and somehow that makes it seem more real than anything else I've ever read about that era. The grunginess of the '70s comes through like the smell of rotting rubbish.
She brings you right into the present, too, and so much of what she writes, I could have written myself, about motherhood, and the love you have for your children, and the loss of self that comes with all that.
I absolutely love this book. Now I need to go and listen to her new album.