So, here’s the thing. Miss Mussel hates crossover artists. Mostly it’s because crossing over, as it were, always seems to dilute the genres involved rather than taking the best of both, which is ostensibly the point of the whole exercise. But, as every hater knows, sometimes a person has to take a break from their ranting and raving and admit that the object of their disdain isn’t all that bad. That on some occasions, it is, in fact, brilliant to the point that it is still funny after the 12th viewing.