Viv Albertine’s Got Something to Say
For her second memoir, the irreverent punk icon mixes a bit of vulnerability with a lot of grit.
“Too much throwing liquid.” Thus opined an early reader of themiddle-aged Englishwoman/punk rock avenger Viv Albertine’s memoir , commenting (Albertine tells us) on the second scene in the book in which the author douses men with beer. The first time, it’s at a solo gig—intimate, low volume—and the men in question won’t stop blabbering and laughing. She steps offstage to confront them: “Do you know how the way you’re behaving makes me feel?” Fatuous lack of response. So, “I picked up the fullest pint glass on the table and, starting at the bloke on my right, swept
