Listless? Bored? Don’t know what to do now that Courtney Love’s had her solo album put back (indefinitely)? Well, help is at hand; let us prescribe you a large dosing of The Distillers.

The reason why ‘love-rat’ (copyright, bizarrely, The Sun) Brody Dalle is being compared to the high princess of alt.insanity is threefold; she has the same trash-beauty aesthetic – all the rock boys really fancy her; she has already mastered that whole rock n’ roll ‘fuck off’ veneer; and thirdly, my God this band really sound like Hole, don’t they? Slightly punkier, perhaps, but The Distillers’ third album sees the band evolve from thrashcore punk to MTV-friendly alt.rock. We used to call it grunge, y’know.

‘Drain the Blood’ is an infectious hi-speed freeway chase of a song with a killer chorus and more top wailing than a Wayne’s World gig scene. Add to that brilliantly caustic lyrics like “I never met a pearl quite like you / who could shimmer and rot at the same time through”, and it’s time to anoint the new queen of LA glitter litter. All hail, all hail…