Una lady como nosotros pensó que esta era boring.

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Ian Mathers: Just on the wrong side of a lot of things; the production sounds like it came out of a box, the vocal processing is in the Uncanny Valley, the actual vocal performance sounds like it might be due for a nap, the melody is monotonous… and if you pushed any or all of those things just a little, maybe this would wind up being interesting. As it is, I forget what it sounds like while it’s still playing.
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Alfred Soto: Turizo’s slight vocal resemblance to Jorge Ben graces this colorless lilt of a come-on. It might impress Sheeran fans.
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Alex Clifton: I’m reminded of other young male artists like Ed Sheeran and Shawn Mendes when listening to this song: it seems fairly run-of-the-mill, saying sweet nothings to a girl and writing her into all your love songs. Where Manuel Turizo stands out his voice. Frankly, it’s more intriguing–there’s more depth there, not just because it’s a deeper voice, but a richer timbre. The song itself is mediocre: it begins slow, picks up the tempo, and then never really returns to the initial slow tempo (so why begin it there? I feel cheated). I’m reminded of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” in the production, upbeat and kind of cutesy with a ukulele, which can truly go either way; here, it’s a bit repetitive. Still, it’s not a terrible debut, and I hope he can find better things to do with his voice.
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Thomas Inskeep: A very perky reggaeton shuffle-beat accompanies a song that, unfortunately, doesn’t go much of anywhere, and Turizo’s voice doesn’t add much.
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Juana Giaimo: I just came back from seeing J. Balvin live and after listening to how sweet “Sigo extrañándote” is, I can only think that this heartbreak ballad with a silly ukelele is one of the most reggaeton songs I’ve ever heard. 
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Jessica Doyle: Listening to the remix makes the original seem better by comparison in its refusal to follow trends by changing tone or tempo. It’s just Manuel Turizo, a guitar, a mixing board, and a message of reassurance. It doesn’t do much for me on its own, but I smile at the idea of a pair sending and receiving this with as much created meaning as my not-yet-husband and I did with our own chosen song thirteen years ago.
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