Drums make the record.
Bad Bunny made an album about missing Puerto Rico while living in superstardom, and it feels like a love letter to everyone who's ever left home and looked back. One of the most emotionally honest albums of the decade.
Song two onwards is a clinic. The arrangement builds without you noticing it building, which is the hardest trick in the book. I haven't been able to stop revisiting the bridge on the title track.
Mastering is loud — almost too loud — but you can tell every choice is deliberate. The drums are the star: live, dry, tucked behind the bass. Not for everyone but I'm in.
music for people who refuse to log off
