I loved this album back in 1994. As a feminist manifesto of sorts, it served as a complement to Liz Phair's
Exile in Guyville
from the prior year; Phair offered introspective, quirky, personalized indie rock, while Courtney Love offered more polemical, commercially-shiny punk rock catharsis. Yet though Phair's music has never really left my side, Hole fell out of rotation after a bit. Frankly, I don't think I've played this album in a quarter century. Maybe it was due to all the cultural baggage...
Published on July 09, 2020 11:10