Once past the culture shock of wholesale percussive shuffles, mariachi trumpets and African guitars, this sparkling collection of Anglo-Latin pop is a delight. The Latino music enlivens, rather than overpowers MacColl's flawless tunes and there are countless clever couplets, from wistful heartbreak through cutting comment to wit that makes you laugh out loud. As sharp as ever on the follies of relationships, this album includes a touching recipe for heartbreak, Amazonians falling for city boys, lies and treachery, and an internet fling with a pornographer ("and in his hand - is that a mouse I see?"). Even her own demure lead vocals have acquired some life and Latin drama. A rare treat.
Ian Cranna (4/5)
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