Courtney Love’s been on everyone’s dead pool for years, but Nobody’s Daughter proves that there’s still some snarl left in the lady, though it’s a little cracked and worn. The album is just OK ---unmemorable, but not the wreck some critics predicted. “Skinny Little Bitch” tries too hard to reclaim that former Hole sound---it already sounds like it should be on Rock Band---but “Honey” is a great screecher. There are plenty of mellower, acoustic breathers too, like the Martha Wainwright-backed title track, and “Pacific Coast Highway,” a “Malibu” redux. But does it matter? Even when Love finally produces that raw, angry album worth waiting for, the only ones who will care, or give it a fair chance, have put their babydoll dresses in storage.