Going boldly where few but Hole would dare to go, Queen Adreena's Pretty Like Drugs exposes the band's own brand of riot gurrrl-cum-grunge as it thunders out at you before screaming at you. Then, disconcertingly, it whispers at you like a half-demented zombie over guitars that sound like nails being scratched down a blackboard for three minutes on b-side Beneath The Skin. This is not a record for everyone.
Intellectually challenging it ain't, however, preferring instead to repeat the title refrains of both songs to the point of distraction and all for very little discernible point.
It hurts, it scares and it damned well doesn't care, which is why it's a worthy addition to any post-punk's collection. Those of finer sensibilities would be well advised to tread with care.