Some herald Ani DiFranco's meteoric rise to she-hero status as no less than revolutionary. She seems to possess an almost untouchable integrity, with her white-knuckled delivery and on-the-money polemics. Her image is accentuated by the fact that she releases all of her music on her own record label. The music on "Little Plastic Castle" seems fine -- a splash of performance-art histrionics, with an adept stop-start guitar drive, all delivered with a frightfully informed ferocity.
DiFranco has realized the levels of self-parody she's threatened to display throughout her career. Virtually all of the album's tracks include some indulgent nod to doubts of her image as a phenomenon and reveal little about the person inside. Even through the muddle of improved production standards and more complex arrangements, one gets the feeling that this revolution will indeed be televised.