"La Oreja de Van Gogh: "Rosas"
Right now there's a violent mob of tight-pantsed anorexics in 70s sunglasses banging on my door, screaming for blood. Why? Because some people can't handle the fact that a band whose name translates as The Ear of Van Gogh is writing the catchiest, most delicately constructed pop this side of a Faberge Egg covering Juanes. No, scratch that, La Oreja de Van Gogh puts Juanes to shame. If you're listening to Latin pop and you're not listening to La Oreja de Van Gogh, you may as well be jabbing screwdrivers into your ears. "Rosas" is ridiculously catchy, but it avoids being overtly manipulative by simply being fucking brilliant. Every verse has a mini-break to spring on you, some vocal inflection to trick you with, before easing into the comfortably addicting chorus. Comfortable is the key word here. This isn't like some coked-up Britney/Aguilera mess where the hooks are shot into your face with an elephant gun; this is genuinely delightful music that doesn't need a sonic crotch-shot to sell itself. By the time Amaia Montero has gently let her last line drop into silence, you realize that despite all the immaculate cheesiness, you have to listen to it again, and again, and again, rabid hipster mobs be damned . Irony is dead, long live the Latin revolution! [Josef Kaplan; January 8th; 2004]"
Puntuación: ****
