The Distillers
Beat Your Heart Out

I have an immense dislike for Brody Dalle because whilst she looks the part, she's completely unable to write material that befits her newfound status as the queen (okay, princess maybe) of all things R'n'R. Indeed, how she attained such a status has me scratching my head more furiously than I would if my scalp was infested with lice. 'Beat Your Heart Out' is no better than your kid sister's attempts to cover Hole songs on an old Casio keyboard and that battered acoustic guitar that your dad's had hidden in the loft since he was eight. Some guitars are bashed and Dalle growls a bit... and nothing else. Actually, your kid sister's better - at least she has an enthusastic charm to make up for her musical shortcomings and some fire in her belly. The Distillers suck; go listen to Kat Bjelland or Ms Love instead.