Courtney Love's first official solo album is so encumbered by baggage - the craziness that led to her drugs arrest and child-custody battle - that it's she who should be paying the public to listen. On America's Sweetheart, she does the tabloids' job for them, hanging out her laundry in grim detail. The lyrics are some of the baldest ever recorded. Hedonistic to the last, she declares drugs to be better than "all my money" on All the Drugs, and lusts after "big black men" on I'll Do Anything.
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