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| | The Austin Chronicle Books: Book Reviews |
 | | Disco Bloodbath is the dishy true crime debut of James St. James, a self-proclaimed "clubkid" who just happened to have been on the inside of this gruesome tale, knew the killers and the victims, but wastes little sympathy on them. |
 | | By the last 100 pages the story is careening toward the inevitable crash, and cocaine, heroin, crack, speed, and an insidious drug called K favored by the author fill in the holes in the scene when the victim finally reappears and everything goes to hell. |
 | | Disco Bloodbath can't be termed "taut" because its casual tone is too blasé, though that's not to say St. James hasn't done a good job. |
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