Has it already been six years since her solo debut? The self-titled album by the singer of Colombia's Aterciopelados was a magical statement by a then-joyful new mother and a renewed woman and lover. It was an album that was so present for those who enjoyed it, that it feels like it was released only yesterday. This time, Echeverri produces and records on her own for the first time (her solo debut was produced in tandem with bassist Héctor Buitrago, the other half of Aterciopelados). Her husband and mother sing throughout, and her daughter did the cover art. The result is as mellow as the debut, but even more adventurous. On "Yo" ("I," a one-chord wonder) she boldly declares herself out of the loop: "I don't want to be Juanes/or Shakira/or Julieta Venegas/I don't want to be anyone but me," and on "Mis 32 dientes" (My 32 Teeth) she confesses her desire "to be a mountain, to be closer to the Sun." Her euphoria (decorated in Colombian and American folk, hip-hop beats, gorgeous harmonies, and tasteful production) is as contagious and purifying as the first, proving that the high priestess of pensar bonito ("thinking pretty") has lost none of her edge, humor, and social consciousness.
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