Briefly: Can the most controversial woman in rock 'n' roll history (think about it) create a record that proves ones and for all (or again) that her artistry is equal to her fame? Can she vacation from rock, swim with Hollywood sharks and play dress-up for Anna Wintour, and then come back with any edge, with any cred, with any burning desire to start fires? Four years on, with grunge now nostalgia, with rock in a dip, with Lilith ascendant, with 30 in the rearview, does Courtney Love still matter?
We won't know the full answer until the new album, slated for a June 2 release, succeeds or doesn't in the marketplace, but early listens bode well: The new record is a rich, complicated, and even mature work that succeeds like a top-notch Hollywood film, balancing art, craft, and commerce so deftly you don't notice the perpetual tug-of-war. The darkness is still there, but it's melted from anger to sadness, singing has elbowed aside Love's gasoline-gargle, and a dusky pop-rock bittersweetness - think Big Star, or Fleetwood Mac - has largely supplanted the growl of grunge. If Live Through This was a jagged-edged meory-glass of being out-of-control and twentysomething in Seattle, then the new album chronicles a somber thirtysomething's L.A. aftermath, a choir of ghosts singing backup. Call it Pretty On The Outside.
A little later that evening, vocals in the can, Love sits down to a light back and shoulder massage from her voice coach and a discussion with her bandmates over how best to attribute the somewhat amorphous writer/arranger role played on the record by friend Billy Corgan. (Do we really have to go there?" asks Erlandson. "Why not say he really helped on some songs and leave it at that," responds Love.) The album is still weeks away from completion - backing vocals not yet in place, strings to be added, title to be determined - but it's not too soon for the band to provide quick rundowns on some of the albums more surefire numbers:
"Reasons to Be Beautiful" Love: "One morning, I wrote down the phrase 'Reasons to be beautiful', and i listed them, and then I wrote down the phrase 'reasons to be ugly', and i listed them." Auf der Maur: "That song has my favorite lyrics of yours on the record." Love: (sings) "Ten good reasons to stay alive, ten good reasons I can't find." Auf der Maur: "We were going to call the record Reasons To Be Beautiful at one point." Love: "But I was afraid it was too beauty magazine."
"Malibu" Erlandson: "That's our Topanga Canyon summer song." Love: "There's a lot of geography on this record. I've had this whole relationship with Malibu, it's of my towns, one of my love affairs... It's such a Malibu song, a rehab-boy-goes-to-the-ocean song. [sings] 'Hey baby, I'm gonna rescue you / I'm gonna set you free, tonight.' The whole rescue-you, dig-me-out thing. I love that."
Northern Star" Love: "I had gone to see the David Fincher movie The Game, and I really wanted to do this new movie of his, Fight Club, and I was thinking about what a dark bastard Fincher was, and I was really cometitive about it. So when Eric started playing the melody, the lyrics came out from this wellspring of 'all right, you dark bastard, I'll show you wretched."
"Sugar Coma" Love: "It's from our Unplugged days. It started out all peppy and poppy, but then Jeff Buckley died, and it became an homage to Evan [Dando] and Jeff and Brian Wilson. It's all about self-destructive pop boys."
"Celebrity Skin" (the title refers to a particulary craven Hollywood gam-pop band from the early 90's) Erlandson: "The songs sums that whole scene up so well," Love: "It was getting dark outside in Hollywood, and we were in the rehearsal room. We had successfully polished off a song, and these guys were like, 'What do you want to write about now?' And I said, 'I want to write about L.A.' And Eric said, 'You always want to write about L.A.' So the song came like that [snaps her fingers]. 'Cause those lyrics are just funny and easy. I really like the 'hooker/waitress, 'model/actress' lines. But then there's this part that goes 'No second billing / 'Cause you're a star now,' which I think is so stupid for me to have written. But it just came out. What was i gonna do?"
--Written by Craig Marks