I know what you’re thinking.
Yes, she’s one of the most beautiful women ever, she can dance like there’s no tomorrow, and she’s a mega-superstar that probably hangs out with other mega-superstars.
None of that matters… she’s really good. Good to the point that I wish she were around a few decades ago when an artist released a couple of albums a year – quantity of output changes the conversation.
First of all, her voice is just astounding – she could be singing the Columbian phone book for all I know and it would be making my palms sweat. Secondly, while the production on this album at times veers dangerously close to cheesy chorused guitar hell, her songwriting is concise and exceptional enough to overcome it, and the overall feel of this album is closer to early 70′s soft-ish rock than you might expect if all you’ve ever heard is “Hips Don’t Lie”.
I know what you’re thinking and you’re probably right, but you might want to listen anyway. Can’t hurt.
Keepers:
Ciega, Sordomuda
Si Te Vas
No Creo
Octavo Dia
Que Vuelvas
Donde Estan Los Ladrones?
Ojos Asi
