Courtney Love - Mono

, Courtney, Courtney. You slutty piece of talentless crap. What are you doing now? Stop wailing please - we know you’re screwed without those two men to write all your decent songs for you, but… oh… we can’t be arsed. Just go away.

How does it feel that Ms Dalle is doing a better impression of you than you can do yourself? Right down to lampooning the rock star alpha male and sapping him dry of imagination and talent. Amazing, isn’t it? Fighting back with degenerative nonsense like this won’t get you anywhere. Sure, it’s catchy. The video might even be quite good, were it not for your drug-addict sodden ugly face. But you can’t sing - and not even in a ‘oh, her voice is shit but it still kind of works’ way. It’s horrid - like a jack hammer to the cranium in the most uninviting way. Everyone might be going mad over this - but pretend feminists and suck up journos do not a good track make.

The guitars - they’re ripped off. They sound like everything you ever did with Hole, just worse. It’s all too cherry sweet to come from your putrid little gob. Go stand in the corner, think about what you’ve done, and then come back when you want to stop being your own cliché.