This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Ricky Martin wants you to shake your bon-bon, baby; Enrique Iglesias, on the other hand, wants to let you know you look mah-velous.
Apparently taking a cue here from dad Julio (To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before), Enrique croons like a Latin lover underneath your balcony, batting his big brown eyes and pledging his undying heart in a soulful voice that soars over pillowy soft rhythm tracks, sweetly seductive strings and flamenco guitars that flutter like flocks of butterflies. As his hit Bailamos shows, Iglesias can sing rings ’round Ricky without being nearly so cheesy. Unfortunately, the rest of this disc shows sometimes he can also be as bland as watered-down Velveeta.
