Biter that I am, I saw that blog master Tony Pierce
had a song-by-song review of Courtney Love’s new record, America’s Sweetheart
, on his site and decided to do the same. I looked on the network of file-sharing friends that I have, and sure enough one of my friends posted the album so I could download it and listen.
In the interest of disclosure:
My girl is asleep, listening to Howard talk on E!
I’m drinking a clear liquor.
There is laundry spinning.
1) Love Mono – Our blanched heroine is a self-parody. She tosses off insults at wannabe punkers over chord inversions from that song on the last Hole album that had the line Oh, make me over
2) But Julian, I’m a Little Older – Julian the guy from The Strokes, maybe, as representation as the young indie lions after Cobain’s queen? Dunno, but Kurt woulda been embarrassed for The Strokes. Courtney spews a lot here, a la “It’s The End of the World,” and includes a Nada Surf rant at the end.
3) Hold On To Me – The widow’s former husband channeled again here, with the line In the dead of winter, dead of night, he’s all that I can see
. This is where it dawns on me that the ordeal
of Courtney Love will forever outweigh any artistic statement she makes, and I wonder if I can do this for two more songs. The laundry needs to go into the dryer.
4) Sunset Strip – Tony is right, her phrasing here recalls Westerberg, but it’s criminal to use The Mats leader’s name in a tune as vanilla as this.
I don’t care anymore.
It’s almost Friday.
And you’re not Courtney Love.
And she kinda borrowed the bad food, bad sex, bad TV line
from The Breeders’ song “When I Was A Painter” from Pod
Good idea, Tony. I let down the side.
Just like Courtney.
And "All the Drugs" sounds like a Morphine throwaway.