"she had the greatest band."

Teenage girl music was at its prime in the late '90s, with everyone from the Spice Girls to P.J. Harvey cashing in on the power-pop phenomenon that lent itself so achingly well to narrating teenage maladies. In the middle of it all was the sunny-sweet yet oh-so-sulky Juliana Hatfield, who happily spent the last few years of the 20th century head-bobbing her way through fuzzy guitar pop perfection.

Unlike many of her peers, Hatfield never had a "Seether" or a "Supernova" to immortalize her, meaning that her Internet presence today consists mostly of Comic Sans ridden fan-pages from 1997 and maybe the occasional Pitchfork nostalgia piece. But she's still not easy to forget. Gems like "My Sister" can't be described as anything besides classic.