Post by Dylan on Oct 9, 2004 8:05:01 GMT -5
Courtney Love
America's Sweetheart
(REVIEW BY TIM SHOCK)
Alright, I guess I just have a fascination with the desperation of washed up wanna be rock stars. I couldn't resist buying this record. I can't explain why; I just couldn't stop myself. After hearing the last Hole album, I was (as were many others) convinced that Billy Corgan was the anti-Christ of rock. I thought that he single-handedly destroyed what should have been a great record. I was wrong. This time around, Courtney Love goes solo, sans the band, sans Billy Corgan. This record is even worse. What compounds my frustration with this record is that much like the last one, there are a couple of bright spots. The first song, "Mono", is amazing! I was so excited when I heard that song; it's truly fantastic. It rocks hard, the lyrics are smart and witty, and it's full of hooks. It is absolutely the exception. The rest of this record is vile and worthless. The only thing it's good for is to solidify everybody's bet on the next rock star death.
Musically, the record is garbage. Ms. Love tries to do the Bob Dylan thing constantly. You know, the riff has reached its end, but there are still 8 or 9 more words so they get crammed in as fast as possible. Sounds terrible, but Bob Dylan was a great writer, so even though the song stank, the words were still interesting. Not Courtney's. I'm sorry, but I really don't want to hear Courtney Love whine about loneliness. I just don't pity her. I can't stand it when celebrities try to "relate to regular people" in their records. They aren't regular people. They haven't been regular people for quite some time, and they never will be regular people again. Courtney, millions of people have seen your tits; you are officially not regular anymore! The lowest point in this journey to the bottom of the dumpster and back is her "collaboration" with Bernie Taupin. Yes, Bernie Taupin. Apparently she sobered up for an evening and fed Bernie all her pills, and together they created one of the worst songs ever written. I don't have the disc in front of me right now, and I’m too lazy to look at the title of it. But hey, does it really matter anyway?
All in all, this is a fantastic display of the desperation of celebrities. A far cry from the desperation of rockers who just have the desire to make great records, a far cry from artists and writers who can't eat from their work. It's a pure desperation to maintain the celebrity that has turned them into commodities to be bought and sold. This record truly makes me sick---not because it isn't good, but because record companies and entertainment corporations are run by such disgusting individuals that they will turn someone into a sleeper for them. While their pockets fill with dollars, their disillusioned "artists" rot away, until they go completely insane. This record makes me think of a crack sleeper. Not that Courtney Love is a crack sleeper, but in the sense that she is so addicted to celebrity that she will do anything she has to, regardless of the risks to her and her kid, to hold onto it. It's sad more than anything. Enough said.
America's Sweetheart
(REVIEW BY TIM SHOCK)
Alright, I guess I just have a fascination with the desperation of washed up wanna be rock stars. I couldn't resist buying this record. I can't explain why; I just couldn't stop myself. After hearing the last Hole album, I was (as were many others) convinced that Billy Corgan was the anti-Christ of rock. I thought that he single-handedly destroyed what should have been a great record. I was wrong. This time around, Courtney Love goes solo, sans the band, sans Billy Corgan. This record is even worse. What compounds my frustration with this record is that much like the last one, there are a couple of bright spots. The first song, "Mono", is amazing! I was so excited when I heard that song; it's truly fantastic. It rocks hard, the lyrics are smart and witty, and it's full of hooks. It is absolutely the exception. The rest of this record is vile and worthless. The only thing it's good for is to solidify everybody's bet on the next rock star death.
Musically, the record is garbage. Ms. Love tries to do the Bob Dylan thing constantly. You know, the riff has reached its end, but there are still 8 or 9 more words so they get crammed in as fast as possible. Sounds terrible, but Bob Dylan was a great writer, so even though the song stank, the words were still interesting. Not Courtney's. I'm sorry, but I really don't want to hear Courtney Love whine about loneliness. I just don't pity her. I can't stand it when celebrities try to "relate to regular people" in their records. They aren't regular people. They haven't been regular people for quite some time, and they never will be regular people again. Courtney, millions of people have seen your tits; you are officially not regular anymore! The lowest point in this journey to the bottom of the dumpster and back is her "collaboration" with Bernie Taupin. Yes, Bernie Taupin. Apparently she sobered up for an evening and fed Bernie all her pills, and together they created one of the worst songs ever written. I don't have the disc in front of me right now, and I’m too lazy to look at the title of it. But hey, does it really matter anyway?
All in all, this is a fantastic display of the desperation of celebrities. A far cry from the desperation of rockers who just have the desire to make great records, a far cry from artists and writers who can't eat from their work. It's a pure desperation to maintain the celebrity that has turned them into commodities to be bought and sold. This record truly makes me sick---not because it isn't good, but because record companies and entertainment corporations are run by such disgusting individuals that they will turn someone into a sleeper for them. While their pockets fill with dollars, their disillusioned "artists" rot away, until they go completely insane. This record makes me think of a crack sleeper. Not that Courtney Love is a crack sleeper, but in the sense that she is so addicted to celebrity that she will do anything she has to, regardless of the risks to her and her kid, to hold onto it. It's sad more than anything. Enough said.
