Wonderful – such a terrific read. HOW DOES IT FEEL? hit me right between the eyes. It brilliantly captures the passion, commitment, searing self-knowledge and dizzy happiness that comes with loving music. An enchanting book

Mark Kermode’s warmly salubrious memoir reveals, unexpectedly, a teenager who found skiffle as addictive – and sometimes as dangerous – as crack

[A] witty, self-deprecating account . . . at the heart of this entertaining memoir is a little boy in his back garden in Finchley, banging out a rhythm on saucepans with a couple of wooden spoons

Mark Kermode’s wonderful and wry book is a compelling combination of heartfelt enthusiasm, merciless self-analysis and a pleasingly full Rolodex of terrible band names. A true fan, he has the rare gift of making you want to discover things from the margins while never looking down on the mainstream. His writing feels like one of those letters you always wish to receive, one whose sole purpose seems to be to increase your zest for life

Mark Kermode deftly and winningly manages to have one foot in knotty film criticism and one in popular entertainment . . . If you enjoyed [Danny] Baker’s various volumes of autobiography, Kermode’s romp through his own ‘back story’ will appeal too, since he has much of his mentor’s style: breezily anecdotal, big on dialogue and set-pieces

Kermode’s insistent perfecting of musical failure is madly funny. I loved this book and cringed at every awful stage fail, but his passion shines through. His unrequited desire to be a rock star in a time when every idiot had a band is bum-clenchingly funny and forensically recalled. How life isn’t always the movie in your mind

Entertaining . . . wry . . . rendered with self-deprecating humour. Overwhelmingly, what comes through every anecdote is the author’s genuine enthusiasm for music

A delight. If Nick Hornby’s HIGH FIDELITY and the Kinks’ greatest hits had a baby, and that baby could play skiffle, it would be this book

An entertaining read by anyone’s standards, but if you’ve ever been in a band, if you understand the idea of throwing yourself body and soul into making music with the absolute surety that what you’re doing amounts to genius, even – and especially – when it definitely, definitely doesn’t, then it’s a book you’re going to adore

Oh boy! A rocking whirlwind of a tale. People get into bands originally for the sheer love of the life and the music. Few manage to retain that dizzying adolescent crush like Mark Kermode

An engaging tribute to the under-sung glories of skiffle, written with the joyful enthusiasm of someone clearly dedicated to making music

From a garden with one person and a cat, to the Barbican Concert Hall. From a cassette recorder in a bedroom in North London to the legendary Sun studios in Memphis, Mark Kermode’s self-deprecatory wit exemplifies and celebrates the wonderful unstoppable force of innocence and youthful dreams. Part Spinal Tap, part Nick Hornby, a rock’n’rollercoaster memoir of never giving up on your passions

You know when you read a biography of your favourite band? And the best bit is the first few chapters where they’re chancing it, sleeping on floors, borrowing amps and not believing they’ve blagged their way onto a bill with Rick Wakeman. Well, imagine that breathless, innocent excitement lasted their whole career. That’s what reading HOW DOES IT FEEL? is like. It’s the biography of your favourite band who never quite got famous