Natural born thrillers both: Kelly Osbourne and actress Juliette Lewis are Hollywood's latest bad girls.

Kelly is best known for swearing like a trooper, while Ms Lewis is famous for sucking Robert DeNiro's thumb, battling vampires with George Clooney and a "bloody killing" spree with Woody Harrelson. Both have rock aspirations. Juliette and her band, The Licks, have been around for a while, often playing the notorious Hollywood club Camp Freddy's, while Kelly is famous for being born into rock royalty, in preference to her own works.

So what a surprise. After Kelly's cheesy and yucky cover of Papa Don't Preach, I expected the worst. But Sleeping In The Nothing is a decent album.

The first single, One Word, is one of the highlights of the year so far. It is a pastiche of Visage's Fade To Grey, but has an engaging freshness and energy.

Osbourne's gauche aura suits the early 80s' New Wave genre. Spiritually, this collection has been born of Steve Strange's Blitz Club, rather than the Hollywood glitz Kelly could have adopted. As expected, her lyrics are punchy and uncompromising, especially tackling the subject of date rape on Don't Touch Me.

Unfortunately, Juliette Lewis, who takes her rock career more seriously, doesn't shape up at all. Her single, You're Speaking My Language, is OK as a New Wave doppelganger, which would not have been out of place on a collection by The Runaways, but the remaining tracks can't hold the attention.

Updated: 12:46 Thursday, May 26, 2005