Released: 2010, Harper Collins/!t
Reviewer: Lord of the Wasteland
Original Guns ‘N Roses drummer, Steven Adler, never quite garnered the same adulation or exposure that Slash or Axl Rose did. Getting ousted from the band just three years following 1987’s APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION didn’t help, nor did his subsequent spiral into severe drug addiction over the next fifteen years. But with appearances on reality shows documenting his rise from the gutter, Adler’s name has begun to surface once again, ushering in his autobiography, MY APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION: SEX & DRUGS & GUNS ‘N ROSES.
This is a true warts-and-all exposé of Steven Adler’s life, from his early days right up to 2010 and his band, Adler’s Appetite. All the dirt is here including Adler’s take on his firing from Guns ‘N Roses, groupies, tours and his rock bottom moments as a drug addict in the nineties. The problem is Adler doesn’t seem like a particularly likeable person and comes off as crude, irresponsible, uncaring and flaky—even when he isn’t high. Of course, these qualities would describe most rock stars (and drug addicts, for that matter) but unlike the books written by Nikki Sixx, Slash and others who have lived the sex, drugs and rock & roll life to excess, MY APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION: SEX & DRUGS & GUNS ‘N ROSES never really engages the reader. At times, Adler is easy to sympathize with. If one believes his side of the story, he was unceremoniously tossed out of the band he helped form with Slash with little to no explanation and his ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time is eerily prevalent throughout the book. Unfortunately, Adler’s utter disregard for his family members, his band and life in general tend to alienate the reader and contradict the image of being a victim at almost every turn. There are some interesting points here and there but nothing that readers will walk away from the book with that possesses any “wow” factor. Essentially, MY APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION: SEX & DRUGS & GUNS ‘N ROSES is more a poorly-written, pathetic tale of a drug addict than the charismatic, fallen hero Adler wants people to think he is.
Spread over nearly 300 pages, MY APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION: SEX & DRUGS & GUNS ‘N ROSES goes on for far too long and tells a story that no one really wants to hear. Steven Adler may be a great guy and the fact he pulled himself out of drug addiction must be commended but that doesn’t mean his story is a compelling one. Like Izzy Stradlin, not many people are clamoring for Steven Adler’s whereabouts in 2010 and with CHINESE DEMOCRACY finally seeing the light of day and Slash popping up everywhere these days, it’s hard not to become a little jaded about the timing and necessity of this book.