Hole is dead. I don't post here in seriousness often or at all really, but Nobody's Daughter put me in an official state of apathy towards anything this woman ever does again. She cannot be Marianne Faithful or Exene Cervenka or Lydia Lunch. My favorite album was Pretty on the Inside. This record now affirms my belief that Eric wrote the first album, Kurt the next, Billy the third, and Ryan fucking Adams the fourth (and a failed piece of solo artistic abortion it was). Not that the fourth mattered and Ryan never did either in my opinion. Money, sex, drugs, and grandiose fantasies of martyrdom have pretty much polluted anything potentially special and rare on this album. These aforementioned subjects seem almost blase for her to tackle...everything lacks a sense of honesty, edge or creative innocense...don't get me started on production. "Honey" almost made it, but even I, a supportive Hole fan for quite some years, am tired at song number 20 about Kurt. Leave me with the Doll Parts video and I'm done. I light a candle on the grave of one of my old favorite bands. Her voice has also been butchered by cigarettes... I'm nearing up to a Holy Music Mountain epiphany where I realize that I don't feel passionate about any album put out after 1989 at 23 years of age. I did like a lot of stuff put out by certain bands up until 2003, then all of a sudden..... Crystal Castles are o.k. These New Puritans are fairly interesting. I'd love to be musically in love again. That'd be a girls wet dream in radio ethiopia. I mean wtf is Muse...I get Radiohead.....but honestly.... In the words of Liz...maybe "I'm putting the search in the wrong place."......and pissing in a river as well.