The fluffy Top 40 songstress has outgrown her status as teenage prodigy, but her banal melodies and predictable lyrics haven't grown an inch. On Body Mind Soul, Debbie Gibson lunges for the brass ring of artistic validation by piling faux hip-hop touches on curiously prim love songs delivered with the frenzied enthusiasm of a cheerleader. She doesn't sound mature, only desperate. D
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