In one regard,
Veruca Salt was a one-hit wonder, scoring one of the great singles of the grunge era with "Seether." In another regard, they were one of the greatest rock soap operas since
Fleetwood Mac or
Hüsker Dü, as longtime friends
Louise Post and
Nina Gordon had a bitter falling out over stolen boyfriends, stabbed backs, and general unpleasantness.
Gordon packed up her bags and set out on a solo career, while
Post dug in her heels, retained the
Veruca Salt name, assembled a new band, and recorded the third
Veruca album, 2000's
Resolver. The friendship with
Gordon wasn't the only severed relationship
Post endured between 1997's
Eight Arms to Hold You and
Resolver -- she also broke up with
Foo Fighters leader/
Nirvana drummer
Dave Grohl. These two fractured, painful separations drive
Post throughout
Resolver. Now, the title of the record may suggest that she's trying to resolve her feelings and attitudes toward these breakups, but the album plays as a relentless, unmitigated stream of bile from the second she hisses, "She didn't get it so f*ck her" in the opening salvo "Born Entertainer." Never once does
Post let up her attack on
Gordon and
Grohl, except for when it becomes a little unfocused and becomes a vicious attack on the world in general. All of this is set to music that's halfway between
American Thighs and
Blow It Out Your Ass and completely dated in 2000, when post-grunge had become a faded memory. By any conventional yardstick, this does not result in a good album, but it surely is a fascinating listen. There's something perverse about the record, since it's not at all like reading a diary, it's like being assaulted by a half-forgotten, half-drunken acquaintance, intent on filling you in on every single excruciating detail of their miserable life -- at top volume, no less -- after you haven't seen them in years. An exorcism, really. But an exorcism set to music that refuses to acknowledge anything's changed in music since 1994, which makes it even more unsettling and fascinating. So,
Resolver winds up being the kind of album that appeals to the hardcore who refuse to acknowledge the shifting times, plus the handful of jaded record geeks who just can't help but listen to something unintentionally strange and compelling. That is undoubtedly not what
Louise Post had in mind when she made
Resolver, but at least she made an album with some character, something that many of her peers can't claim.