I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Geoff Rickly is a great writer, but I kind of am. His prose is just as effective as his lyrics. Someone Who Isn't Me lives in a really strange space between fiction and memoir, where truth seems like a secondary concern. It's a little frustrating as a huge fan of the band — I want more actual detail about the making of the albums because I find that stuff interesting, but that's obviously not the story that he's interested in telling. I do wonder how this reads to someone who isn't familiar with the band and the story of Collect Records. Like, how odd would it be that Martin Shkreli, of all people, just shows up for a minute?