Fun, sexy & eclectic collection of songs that celebrates the life of a wild girl. Perfect for your party play list.

11 MP3 Songs in this album (30:22) !
Related styles: Pop: Beatles-pop, Jazz: Jazz-Pop, Mood: Fun

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by Brian Arsenault of International Review of Music.

I always approach a CD I am going to review wanting to like it. Anyone not essentially nasty is always hoping for that âthis is greatâ kind of 40 minutes or so.

However, when Larkin McLeanâs newest arrived in the standard plain brown shipping envelope â heck, even earlier, when I received the publicity piece on it â I was having a real hard time maintaining a positive expectation. I mean, that title? Along with a publicity release about âbutt usageâ and g-strings? This was just going to be silly, right?

Well, yeah, If Youâre A Wild Girl Say Aye is silly in places. But itâs also genuinely funny, often clever, occasionally close to touching (in just about every way imaginable), and musically varied and satisfying. The stylings range from the fast honky tonk â48 Hours in Vegasâ to a unique tempo version of the jazz standard âLover Man (Oh Where Can You Be).â McLean says itâs in a âjazz waltzâ style. Oh, okay.

Youâll also hear some faux reggae, some semi-bluesy and some very jazzy tracks. All provided by some highly competent studio musicians.

The problem with this CD for McLean is that the prejudice I approached it with is fairly typical of the critical and even mass feelings about humor within the rock/pop and even jazz genres. We donât like our artists to take it too lightly. Are they making fun of the music, the audience? Whatâs going on here?

You can be sexy but bawdy is suspect. You can be overly self-conscious, serious and even threatening, but be careful with laugh time stuff.

The light hearted almost never make it to the top. When I think back over a couple decades and more, one of the few songs with a smile â at least on the surface â that made it big was âDonât Worry, Be Happy.â And that was by a serious musician, singer and conductor, Bobby McFerrin.

Ms. McLean, though, has a not so secret weapon against too serious critics and listeners, as exposed in âMy Bottomâs Gonna Get Me to the Top.â This slow Texas Swing tribute to shaking it makes me wish Eartha Kitt was still with us to do a cover. Unfortunately, the song with its wry exposure of what men want also brings me to my second problem in approaching this album. Should a guy even be doing the review?

I mean âBachelorette,â with its jazz standard feel, is a take on the traditional theme of leave the creep â but with a twenty-first century consciousness. It pairs, though, with the immediately following âIâm Going To Love You So You Never Forgetâ from a woman who wants to make it clear that attention is desired and welcome. And the next song, âPasties and a G-string,â takes you into the back room of a strip joint.

Well, thereâs a not unknown male fantasy.

So maybe a guy is perfect to review this CD. If he can keep from leering. As a later song says, âweâre all programmed, itâs not your fault but get out nowâ or words to that effect. I will get out of here soon with one more maybe nutso comment.

I think itâs possible that this CD may be a bit like a Buster Keaton silent film. Funny, engaging, fast paced and oh so very well constructed. And like a Keaton film, it may not be taken seriously until much later.