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Nathy Peluso: Grasa review – don’t overlook this Latin pop polymath
The Grammy-nominated Argentine–Spanish singer moves between snarling bombast, acoustic yearning and lavish salsa in her eclectic second album
The artistic uncertainty couched in the 50s Italo-balladry of opener Corleone gets crushed under the rubbery horns of next track Aprender a Amar and its snarling rejection of being underestimated. Escaleras de Metal’s forlorn Auto-Tuned heartbreak is roughly stamped out by Todo Roto’s steel-toed trap beats and its opening lyric, translating to: “Get up bitch, there’s no time / If it hurts, band-aid.” And El Día Que Perdí Mi Juventud, its acoustic yearning haunted by a peripheral cymbal that simmers like a near-forgotten memory, is swept away by the lavish salsa and humorous narrative of La Presa. The concept thins a little: Menina and Manhattan are all braggadocio but with no bite, and Peluso’s personality is drowned by a strained Imagine Dragons-style epic, Ideas Radicales.
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