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Thanks Thanks Thanks to all of my Headcase Amazing Crazy Loyal Fans for being the Best in the Whole World or even on the Whole Damn Planet!!!! and thanks to my Shell Shocked managers: Roger, David, & Tracy at Beastly Boy Management for putting up with me & my insanity, along with my 106 different split personalities and for keeping that fire burning

Why be calm when you can wreak havoc!! Ivan The Terrible

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Bloody 'ell, if you ever wondered why the incorrigible Paul Di'Anno broke noses with Iron Maiden way back in the dark ages, you'll understand all too well after reading the man's explosive, violent, funny, daft, shag-worthy, and - if you can read between the long white lines and are of a forgiving and optimistic nature - charming storyteller's biog of this cad for the ages. Suitably penned, and professionally produced, for a top-notch crime book publisher, The Beast finds Di'Anno providing a jaw-dropping oral history to journalist Dale Webb, who must have been shaking in his boots while gathering these incredibly brutish recollections from this man mountain for which singing, writing and indeed working (although he says some insightful things about playing live) seemed to be an annoying means to an end, the end being that of his flying ham-fist or the shaggable caboose of any bird knocking on his hotel door with a dance and a drug in mind. Dirtier than The Dirt, with less happy glam, less dosh to go around, and more busted chops, this page-turner of a book documents with effortless flow and continual suspense, a stomach-churner of a life, Di'Anno simultaneously frightening and, like I say, charming the reader with his affable attitude, natural raconteuring skills, refreshing, no-holds-barred honesty, and above all, his hilariously British turns of phrase, which make him out as an Austin Powers with an Uzi, a shiv and a wicked Jack-fueled temper. The oddest part about this thing is how the music takes a back seat to the squalid punch-outs and all-night binges, Di'Anno, east ender 'til the end, breaking no bones about himself being an "artist," amusingly self- deprecating his way through situations that would equally make Zeppelin, Moon The Loon or any East L.A. gangbanger drop a load in their boots. And speaking of boots, here comes one on the end of Paul's leg. Woah. That's gotta hurt. Could have used a bit more about Maiden, this being the time and place to get Paul's view on things, but y'know, I'd be willing to bet that the guy simply didn't want to bore us. Martin Popoff

The Beast is not a book designed for music aficionados who wish to read about the original Iron Maiden singer. It's more of an action adventure story staring a Jack Daniels, cocaine fuelled fighting machine that just happens to be a vocalist in a rock band. Take the extremities of The Dirt, remove most of the drugs, replace them with violence and you've pretty much got The Beast. Once you've read this book you won't want to step into the same pub as Paul Di'anno, never mind spill his pint. This is a very honest account of an excessive existence that the singer has chosen not to glamorise. Although Paul kicking his own guitarist's teeth out and chasing journalists from venues are amusing there are more serious topics contained within this tome. Di'anno admitting that he was holding Maiden back and that Bruce Dickinson is a superior vocalist. This is the opportunity to tap into the mind of one of the maddest rock stars of all time. It's no mistake that certain stores have the book filed under Serious Crime. Ian Camfield

If Motley Crue's The Dirt exposed what it was like living the rock n roll excess of the late 80's during the LA glam scene, then The Beast must surely be the UK equivalent. Written by the former Iron Maiden vocalist, this book documents his 25 years of living life in the fast lane of heavy metal. It's a no-holds- barred, meat n potatoes account of sex, drugs and rock n roll - all of which have been used and abused to the max. In Di'Anno's somewhat less- than-eloquent style, we are treated to the life story of probably one of the most important and yet not so gracious icons of heavy metal. Similarly to da Crue, after reading this, you're left wandering quite how the man is still alive, but hey, I guess that's rock n roll for you. Darren Sadler

Tremble in the presence of the World's most rock n roll man. After 200 pages of rock n roll madness, the suspicion that it was dictated in a high-security prison cell in a state where, luckily for the author, the death penalty is no longer in use. Di'anno was, famously, disassociated with Iron Maiden for being too rock n roll and, frankly who could blame them or him? The hard-man posturing, the overt references to rear entry early on in the proceedings, and the sheer poverty of ambition that characterises a life spent in search of metal, sex, drugs drink and nothing else. And yet it may actually be a work of earth-shattering importance. Read it and weep. Maxim Magazine

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