A grungy debut from a grunge scion that’s equal parts vicious and vulnerable. Violet Grohl’s debut album arrives in the wake of her 20th birthday, but the LA artist is already a veteran. Of course, being the daughter of the chief Foo Fighter provided her with an early education in the fine art of rocking out: Violet has been duetting onstage with her dad since she was 12, and has racked up cameos on a handful of Foos recordings. But with Be Sweet to Me, she establishes her own vision of grungy hard rock, one that’s vicious and vulnerable in equal measure. If there’s any direct influence from her dad, it largely comes via his brief side gig drumming for Queens of the Stone Age: “THUM” blazes out of the gate with a Songs for the Deaf thrust, while the suggestive entendres of “595” erupt into metallic contortions that would make Josh Homme nod in approval. As a singer and songwriter, however, Grohl possesses a broad emotional range that spans the wistful West Coast melodicism of Celebrity Skin-era Hole (“Big Memory”), the disquieting delicacy of PJ Harvey (“Applefish”) and the raw intimacy of Kurt Cobain’s acoustic repertoire (“Plastic Couch”).