 | Marc
Anthony
Amar Sin Mentiras
label: Sony Discos
released: 06.08.04
our score: 3.5 out of 5.0 | Man, I really wanted
this album to be amazing, but it’s only good, and therefore
a huge disappointment. Marc Anthony has some kind of huge instrument
there, an almost operatic tenor that can actually cause tears
to leak from stones; he sings with all the passion and fire anyone
could ever want in a singer. But, sadly, that’s not enough.
It’s
the songs, I think. They’re too sappy, too overproduced
by Estéfano, too general and not specific enough, too stereotypically
Latin-ballad-ish. That doesn’t make this stuff bad
or unpleasant to hear—on the contrary, this is about the
best Spanish-language romantic pop music ever made, probably.
The way the swelling strings give way to the metal guitar in the
middle of “Se Esfuma Tu Amor” forms a perfect frame
for Anthony’s soaring voice, and the handclap heartbeat
underneath the acoustic guitar and rain-stick noises of “Tu
Amor Me Hace Bien” could probably not be beat for crucialness.
In fact, there
are some strange wonderful things buried here. The techno
touches on “Nada Personal” are perfect and unobtrusive,
and the brilliant decision to bury Anthony’s voice in the
opening verse under layers of murk just makes it slam harder when
he lets loose with his “real” voice. And if you think
I’m going to argue with the fake-Trevor-Horn production
touches at the beginning of “Nada Personal,” then
you just don’t know me.
It’s
impeccably done, tasteful and shiny as you please, not a note
out of place, and with several thrilling vocal performances. It’s
sexy, it’s professional, it’ll make a lot of people
cry and/or make out madly. (Confession: I asked to review this
record because my wife really likes Marc Anthony. Like, really
likes Marc Anthony.) And anything that induces tears and sex can’t
be that bad for the world.
So what the hell is
my problem? Well…I’m not sure. Maybe it’s all
the perfection, all the frozen crystallized arpeggios, all the
sweeping strings and cavernous power-ballad drum sounds. It’s
Vegas, baby, all the way—it’s good the first time
through, the second time through, but by the third time it starts
to wear on you. This is pop the way Celine Dion is pop: easily
digestible, hardly memorable.
And maybe
I’m falling prey to the whole biographical foofaraw. After
all, can we expect to learn anything about love from a guy who
split on his stunning wife (a former Miss World) and young children
for his duet partner (and now wife), some up-and-coming young
starlet named Jennifer Lopez? Nope—hey, the human heart
is a delicate thing, a mysterious little thing that no one has
yet been able to explain, and I’ve danced to enough R.Kelly
not to review on that basis. But what about the fact that their
song together here, “Escapémonos,” betrays
no chemistry, no fire, no passion whatsoever? Now that
bothers me.
Marc Anthony
has another record coming out this year, a record much more focused
on salsa. I’ll have to wait for that one to hear something
I really love. In the meantime, this perfect and serviceable little
album will have to remain in the “like” category.
(And when the lights are low, but you didn’t hear that from
me.)
26-Jul-2004
12:32 PM
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Tracklist:
1.
Ahora Quien
2. Escapemonos
3. BSe Esfuma Tu Amor
4. Valio La Pena
5. Tu Amor Me Hace Bien
6. Tan Solo Palabras
7. Volando Entre Tus Brazos
8. Nada Personal
9. Amigo
10. Amar SIn Mentiras | |