This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Now that he’s a crossover star, Latin popster Enrique Iglesias seems to feel he can safely return to his mother tongue on his latest album Quizás.
But this limp and predictable followup to last year’s breakthrough disc Escape sounds like a dud in any lingo. These 11 cuts have little to offer beyond a trite mix of plucky acoustic guitars, mariachi horns, Latino dance grooves and treacly boudoir ballads — all of which are smooshed together into velvety-soft backdrops for Iglesias’s tremulous yearning and seductively rolled r’s. With Quizás, Iglesias just might learn how quickly he can go from hero to zero.
