Andrew Matheson was a founding member of The Hollywood Brats, the band that never really was. When the group prematurely imploded, Andrew left the music industry in a huff to play football in North America. When he became exhausted by chasing a fat man called Eusebio around the pitch for 90 minutes, he rejoined the world of music with ‘Monterey Shoes'. He has since been writing music, producing, publishing magazine articles and recording more critically acclaimed music. Although now thrice removed from the louche lounge-wizard he once was he still has all his own hair and the majority of his own teeth, and is looking forward to the re-release of the classic Brats music by Cherry Red Records.

"The greatest rock and roll story you've never heard: the Hollywood Brats hit the early 70s like a spaceship landing in Victorian London. Matheson's book is as lurid and compelling as the band themselves." -- John Niven, author of Kill Your Friends "The Hollywood Brats are a folk legend; they were doing what they were doing before anybody. This is one of the great rock'n'roll hard luck stories, by turns shocking and hilarious, and Andrew Matheson has a terrific eye for comic detail." -- Bob Stanley author of Yeah Yeah Yeah: the Story of Modern Pop "Flagrant, addled, highly competitive, the Hollywood Brats predicted Punk in the moribund early seventies. Andrew Matheson's concise, hilarious memoir tells the pleasure and pain of being an unheralded pioneer." -- Jon Savage, author of England's Dreaming "History is told by the victors, but Andrew Matheson's tale of rock and roll failure is much more compelling than any tired celebrity narrative. Lurid, stupid, crazed and quixotic, the primal adolescent silliness and arrogance of great pop music runs through every page." -- Stuart Maconie "The Hollywood Brats are the greatest band I've ever seen" -- Keith Moon

Andrew Matheson was a founding member of The Hollywood Brats, the band that never really was. When the group prematurely imploded, Andrew left the music industry in a huff to play football in North America. When he became exhausted by chasing a fat man called Eusebio around the pitch for 90 minutes, he rejoined the world of music with ‘Monterey Shoes'. He has since been writing music, producing, publishing magazine articles and recording more critically acclaimed music. Although now thrice removed from the louche lounge-wizard he once was he still has all his own hair and the majority of his own teeth, and is looking forward to the re-release of the classic Brats music by Cherry Red Records.

"The greatest rock and roll story you've never heard: the Hollywood Brats hit the early 70s like a spaceship landing in Victorian London. Matheson's book is as lurid and compelling as the band themselves." -- John Niven, author of Kill Your Friends "The Hollywood Brats are a folk legend; they were doing what they were doing before anybody. This is one of the great rock'n'roll hard luck stories, by turns shocking and hilarious, and Andrew Matheson has a terrific eye for comic detail." -- Bob Stanley author of Yeah Yeah Yeah: the Story of Modern Pop "Flagrant, addled, highly competitive, the Hollywood Brats predicted Punk in the moribund early seventies. Andrew Matheson's concise, hilarious memoir tells the pleasure and pain of being an unheralded pioneer." -- Jon Savage, author of England's Dreaming "History is told by the victors, but Andrew Matheson's tale of rock and roll failure is much more compelling than any tired celebrity narrative. Lurid, stupid, crazed and quixotic, the primal adolescent silliness and arrogance of great pop music runs through every page." -- Stuart Maconie "The Hollywood Brats are the greatest band I've ever seen" -- Keith Moon