Nirvana.

It's a real shame Courtney sold a fourth of Nirvana's publishing catalog to a suit, and not just any suit, but a guy formerly from Virgin, Courtney's former record label. Nevermind that Courtney probably had enough publicity over the past couple of years that might've made promoting her solo debut even easier, but Virgin did practically nothing to use her notoriety to their and her advantage. They could've taken her ugly, over-collagened, over-bleached blonde, yet disturbingly articulate meltdowns and pitted them against the slick, super-polished, carefully-publicized spectacles of lesser divas like Paris and Lindsay, who wither in the heat of Courtney's crazy. But they didn't. And it sucks, because it's a really, really good album. The kind of album that thrills you with calls to punk rock and riot grrlness. The kind of album that can only be made by an over-40 rock star, old enough to have been there, yet still too immature to be respected. You know, the anti-Sting. Then again, I'm not sure I know anyone who owns a Babyshambles record. Check out America's Sweetheart from Courtney Love.