Nearly lost him

MARK Lanegan’s makes most rock autobiographies read like The Famous Five. Just when you think he can’t sink to another level of depravity, he finds a way. Towards the end of the book, his music career abandoned, he’s sleeping under a tarpaulin and shoplifting batteries to sell for smack. Finally crawling into rehab, he has an epiphany: “In an instant, I saw that my entire