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Alfred Soto: Where’s Pitbull?
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Patrick St. Michel: I’m not totally sold on Becky G as the voice for this, and I keep going back and forth whether that “let’s salsa/no chips” line is endearing or corny, but the idea behind it is great. 3Ball MTY lay down solid music for Becky G to jump-rope between English and Spanish. Simple but effective.
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Iain Mew: Becky G makes every word count, fun and formidable, which makes it extra disappointing that 3Ball MTY give her one of their dullest beats.
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Josh Langhoff: Hot producers team with an assertive teen to create saxobeat fodder for technocumbia mixes. The teen resembles Pitbull in attitude and rhythmic strategies; her themes and dearth of memorable lines are more Flo Rida. There’s a slow bit.
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Jessica Doyle: “I don’t even know your name,” Becky G says, the standard set-up to a story of breathless reported helplessness. Only, not. “So can I call you What’s-His-Name?” She’s smirking as she says it. Sometimes my enjoyment of a song can turn on a line: even before I started reading the rape-culture breakdowns, “Blurred Lines” irritated me with the complacency of “What rhymes with ‘hug me’?” With “Quiero Bailar,” on the other hand, I was already dancing in my living room — this song is not best enjoyed solo, but as I write this it’s 11:30 am and both kids are at school — and then Becky G took over and the hip-shaking here became positively gleeful.
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Scott Mildenhall: No finer praise can be handed to this than that it sounds like a hit, and one that could even succeed in — standard exceptionalism ahoy — Britain. Foreign language? No thanks. Bits of one? How cosmopolitan! Coming from that parochial perspective it would at least seem to stop short of out-and-out gimmickry, but the gimmick it does have would be clear and clearly quite something: an omnipresent noise that sounds like some sort of stylophone/saxophone hybrid, and you don’t need to play bingo to know that makes for a full house.
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Brad Shoup: Tribal takes a backseat to reggae fusion; specifically, that delightful “Calabria” sax riff. (If it predates “Calabria,” I apologize.) Instead of Pitbull-style tags, Becky switches between relatively extended English and Spanish phrases. Sadly, one of those phrases is “let’s salsa/no chips”. As for 3Ball’s part, it’s unremarkable until they submerge an arpeggiating guitar into quicksand.
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Andy Hutchins: She’s not quite there yet, but Becky G is going to be a superduperstar. Hopping on poppy, danceable tracks like this and switching off between Pitbull and J.Lo impressions will only help. But this is low-key, more proof of concept and less hit, and I do wonder if a little time spent being exploited by working with Diplo instead of being in the Dr. Luke camp might not have helped her make more interesting music right now.
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