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- Posted on Feb 18th 2010 6:08AM by Jody Thompson
Taking the stage soundtracked by Ravel's 'Bolero' -- could Love possibly have been after Torville and Dean's straight 10s, considering the current winter Olympics? -- the new Hole immediately rocked it.
Bearing in mind that Love's first comeback gig was cancelled due to her being holed up in the centre of a middle-class rave-riot, it seemed that the diva in residence had saved up her bile for the Empire's gig.
Looking like former Italian porn star and politician La Cicciolina with her cascading blonde pre-Raphelite curls and jeweled head band, Love emerged bang on time resplendent before a jaw-dropping coat-of-arms.
Her trademark growl nailed a cover of the Rolling Stones' 'Sympathy for the Devil.'
Melissa Auf Der Maur's harmonies and Eric Erlandsson may have been missing, but Love's new cohorts kept it so tight it was difficult to hear anything different from the Hole vinyl back catalogue.
Love's vocals held it all together. She wailed and her voice broke and howled and cracked. The pneumatic lips seemed to fade in the lights of the the Empire too, leaving memories of riot grrrrl days or feminist tendencies, and the crowd was left wondering how Courtney ever landed in L.A..
New tracks like 'Pacific Coast Highway' were stunning in their wide-screen Americana. "This is a b---- of a song," said Courtney after, still working on her guitar licks. No surprise, as most new songs boasted big riffs and chant-out-loud choruses, all stuff Courtney should get used to. 'Samantha' -- dedicated to an absent Samantha Ronson -- was a case in point, with a shout-out-loud rock chorus of "People like me suck! People like you suck!"
But the biggest cheers and abandon were saved for old Hole staples 'Malibu,' followed by 'Celebrity Skin,' which if nothing else, should remind folk Love grunge Yoko Ono. She writes it, lives it and still makes you realise she's the kind of proper rock star that most can only dream of being. Then she dropped the awesomely huge feminist-grunge staple of 'Doll Parts' for the encore. There are no words ...