Courtney Love: Will never drop her status as Kurt Cobain’s widow.
Nobody’s Daughter could either be regarded as Hole’s fourth album, or a solo post-rehab labour of Love. The formative Hole line-up that broke through in the grungey early-1990s has messily fragmented; Love remains estranged from co-founder Eric Erlandson and has recruited Micko Larkin (Larrikin Love) on guitar, while the writing/production credits reflect her dalliances with Billy Corgan and pop powerhouse Linda Perry.
It’s easy to have reservations about Love’s public persona but there’s no denying that she’s a savagely brilliant rock’*’roll star – and she holds her own here.
This album actually starts with a resolution in the sombre, lengthy title track – yet Love regularly tears off again, with the seductive, sleazy slap in the chops that is Skinny Little Bitch or How Dirty Girls Get Clean.
Inevitably, there’s a confessional vein running throughout the themes of breakdowns and fatal romance; Love will never drop her status as Kurt Cobain’s widow.
It’s a bleak album but it’s also fiery and dogged, through to the ‘phoenix rising’ country thrum of Never Go Hungry; for proof that Love always had it in her, dig out Hole’s 1997 collection, My Body, The Hand Grenade. Love crashes and burns, then she soars.