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Tiff McGinnis was perverted into Crazy Girl in youth by a good-natured New Orleans costume designer uncle, who used to send her elaborate costumes made of antique lace, rhinestones and fur. This is the music of such a character, if her childhood gifts were a mere box of false eyelashes and a step-by-step guide to revolt.
The leading 'original mix' of The Rebel abounds with rebellion alright, only it seems cliched, as if a bunch of jaded session musicians have hemmed her in somewhere and insisted this is enough. The three remixes are similarly tired efforts as our Girl goes from one set of negligent hands to another. After four tracks of meandering and prosaic artificiality though, traversing the fields of rock, hip hop, house and dub like an over-manicured tourist, the fact dawns that even the greatest of revamp masters would struggle with this unfortunate slab of empty posturing.
Although everything about her extrovert style points to an uproarious and outlandish talent, Crazy Girl needs to demand and extract a lot more from herself and the people around her. The fact that The Rebel is more Crazy Chick, sadly, says it all.
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