"I'm not the kind of person that talks about myself at all, so it was weird"

Any book in which the author enthuses about Low and The Jesus & Mary Chain is bound to be right up my street - even more so when the author in question is Stuart Braithwaite.

With the publication of the Mogwai man's autobiography Spaceships Over Glasgow yesterday, White Rabbit continue their mission to utterly bankrupt me. Forget the cost of living crisis - there's a cost of keeping up with their publication schedule crisis.

The early reviews have been glowing, with many commenting on the way the book's pages are infused with its author's infectious and relatable passion for music. But you don't have to rely only on second-hand opinion to get a flavour of the contents, with both the Guardian and Rolling Stone publishing excerpts to whet the appetite.

In the former, Braithwaite raves about The Stooges ("druggy, dumb and completely primal") and recounts the experience of going to see Iggy Pop at Glasgow Barrowlands in 1991 ("A unique frontman laying everything on the stage, performing as if it was his last night on Earth"), as well as recalling discovering the delights of solvent abuse.

In the latter, he gives a colourful insight into the madness of Mogwai's five-month-long tour of Europe before the release of Come On Die Young, featuring interpersonal tensions, serenading NME journalists with renditions of Madonna's 'Frozen' while off their boxes on prescription drugs, and hobnobbing with Aqua behind the scenes of a French chat show.

As part of the promotion for the book, Braithwaite spoke to the Guardian's Emily Mackay, admitting (in amongst chat about long-term allies Arab Strap, Scottish independence and UFOs) that "raking over some things that happened that are painful wasn't the easiest thing". The reviews certainly suggest that putting himself through that process was worth it.