Avril Lavigne - Don't Tell Me
So the leather-studded armbands are still there but presenting both Songs Of Praise and the easy-listening driving hour on Radio 2 never stopped Suzi Quattro from wearing them with a leather catsuit and stack-heel boots. Though she's yet to swap her skateboard for a pulpit, the lack of the kiddie-punk in this song's opening seconds suggest that Lavigne has set her career on the setting marked Quattro, meaning that Don't Tell Me is as threatening an experience as being the passenger in a car driven by a nun whose rarely gone beyond fourth gear.
But, yeah, then the guitars come in and there's a suitably grungy sound to work with, similar to how P!nk strapped the guitars of Tim Armstrong into her otherwise soft rock on Try This. Despite that, however, and the chunky guitars on the bridge, Don't Tell Me never really lets loose, forcing the comparison with punk, the best records of which were always in danger of falling apart, to be somewhat irrelevant.
With a voice that suggests Alanis Morrisette, albeit from a girl more likely to skip school that go along with Morrisette's well-read rock, Don't Tell Me isn't the hit that Sk8er Boi was but neither is it smart enough to anyone who passes by Mizz in favour of Cosmopolitan.