A from-the-horse's-mouth ride with the animal pack that was Ministry and the Revolting Cocks: no-holds-barred, no drug left unstoned, no city left unscathed. As an integral part of Al Jourgensen's mutant family of musicians, Connelly joined a Mad Max-like travelling circus. Live shows were an ear-splitting redneck disco from hell, with sleazy strippers and even reports of live cattle on stage, all influenced by a mind-boggling cocktail of every conceivable narcotic. Chris Connelly's dramatic confessional is funny, irreverent and sometimes downright scary. It is one of the finest portrayals of...