Juliette Lewis’s little girl trailer park schtick has never rocked my boat so why should I pay attention to another Hollywood dilettante trying to tick one more box on her CV? Right? Wrong, actually. Last year’s ‘You're Speaking My Language’ was a hidden gem, straight ahead anthemic fist-pumping garage/rock and Four On The Floor is much of the same - there’s no change to the formula, and there’s no need either. Juliette hollers, howls and purrs her way through ten ass- kicking tracks, solidly backed up by her Licks, whom this time contain a certain D Grohl on drums. Rocking.
