The Singles Jukebox

Next up, a Chilean artist whose designation as “new” might be a bit questionable, but hey, we’re not complaining…

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[6.33]Alfred Soto: A bruiser of a track, with a huge-voiced belter outsinging an accordion in the hopes of wooing her beloved.
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Iain Mew: I dig the staidly rocking guitar/accordion, and I dig the breathless urgency of the vocal, but that’s a mismatch of modes that the song doesn’t do too much to resolve.
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Cassy Gress: Mon’s voice is all scruffy edges atop a song that I swear sounds like a “Greetings from Texas” postcard dated around an ephemeral 1962, but the edges wear away for just one fluttery moment, near the end when she dreams of forgiving him and getting out of therapy, if he’d just pinches love her.
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Will Adams: The Texas pastiche is enough to turn “Si Tú Me Quisieras” into musical theatre, but the sheer joy of the arrangement is enough to keep me bopping about like Peanuts characters anyway.
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Edward Okulicz: Such levels of perk, and other things, remind me of a particularly unforgivable pleasure of mine: “You’re the One That I Want.” Aggressive cheer has seldom been this committed.
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Jonathan Bogart: A Chilean playing Tejano rockabilly with a properly Mendozan rasp in her throat but pitched at girl-group theatricality rather than anything more auténtico. Which is fine, there are always too many people dressing up in sepia-toned authenticface, and at least this isn’t that; but I don’t quite buy it. I buy the juddering bass rhythm and the drum snaps and the wistful accordion, but she never sounds like anything more than a tourist.
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