Bill Flanagan had unprecedented access to Bono and the lads when he was researching this fly on the wall rockumentary, with the result that he became pretty much one of the lads too, giving his book an overly chummy feel which can grate on the nerves. On the plus side, it contains masses of on the road detail from the wildly over the top Zooropa tour; and the occasional wisp of nostalgia, chiefly from Adam Clayton, about the good old days when U2 was just four guys with guitars and a few songs.
