What is it about Hollywood A-listers that incites them to attempt a concurrent career in music? Is it sheer greed, and the tantalising opportunity to harvest yet more fame and fortune for themselves? Delusions of both grandeur and adequacy, perhaps, and the genuine conviction that their apparent 'gift' is too powerful to be repressed? Or maybe, and evidently, most probably, they're simply egomaniacs/media whores who just can't help themselves? Whatever the reason, ask Keanu Reeves, Russell Crowe, Steven Segal or Jared Leto how their respective bands are faring lately. The track record isn't good; so it was somewhat of a surprise when Oscar-nominated beauty Juliette Lewis and her band The Licks burst onto the scene in 2004 with a half-decent, if not derivative debut album. What's more, she managed to cultivate a reputation for voltaic live performances and her label agreed to fund a follow-up. Much like You're Speaking My Language, Four On the Floor doesn't offer much in the way of variety, opting for balls-to-the-wall rock 'n' roll over introspective despondency; the difference here is that Foo Fighters/Nirvana component Dave Grohl has taken on skin-beating duties. However, apart from a couple of tracks (Get Up and Bullshit King), his involvement brings little to the album. Mostly, Four On the Floor is one long, hair-metalled cliche after the other; Lewis affects a Joan Jett-style snarl over a churning surf-rock backing (Smash and Grab), a funky teen-strut that could soundtrack a scene in Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Wayne's World 3 (Sticky Honey), or an Alanis Morissette-style drawl (Hot Kiss).Though there are some occasionally brilliant moments - when she drops the overly-attitudal front and relaxes somewhat - (the more evenly-paced Purgatory Blues, the spoken-word introfirst verse of Death of a Whore), and though closer Inside the Cage is a breathy, sullen delight that hints at what could have been, it's all a case of too-little-too-late. As much as she herself would love to believe it, on this evidence, Juliette Lewis is certainly no Natural Born Thriller.