The Singles Jukebox

Becky G’s biggest hit yet — but how do we feel about it?

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[4.50]

Alfred Soto: I like the leisure with which the song eases into its reggaeton rhythm, from which the singers also take their cues. Perhaps they intended their diss to come across as insouciantly as possible: not reflexive so much as practiced, a diss by women who’ve endured shit.
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Stephen Eisermann: Like so many collaborations that stans salivate over, this left a lot to be desired. I’ve always been a big fan of (and very forgiving of) Becky G’s… more unique flow, but here it feels even more unhinged, and not always in the best way (1-800-jódete). Karol G feels more comfortable on the beat, but even then this feels like two femmes fatales taking the stage for an encore, after spending the entire evening getting crossfaded. It’s more mellow than expected and by the end you can hear them literally walking off the stage ready to exit the building. 
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Ady Thapliyal: This song has nothing going for it. The two Gs have no chemistry, the beat feels underproduced, the lyrics are boring, and the groove isn’t danceable. Payola has a tight grip on Latin Pop radio, however, so congrats you two for your #1. 
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Ian Mathers: It’s genuinely hard to know what to score a song that is perfectly enjoyable when it’s on but that basically erases itself from your memory when its over (my regrettable monolingualism may be part of the problem, yes). Call this the gentleman’s 5, then.
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Thomas Inskeep: Simple, poppy reggaeton with a little personality but not enough action.
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Oliver Maier: A worthy addition to the vast pantheon of very nice reggaeton songs that I’ll probably never listen to again. Maybe someday I’ll be tired of this drum pattern at least.
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