Final (Vol. 2) by Enrique Iglesias
A lukewarm adios from pop’s sleepy señor.
A lukewarm adios from pop’s sleepy señor.
Getting overshadowed by the guest stars… this isn’t the best album to say bye bye with, surely.
What the hell happened to this guy?
Don’t tell anyone, but I think my torrid fling with this dude is over.
Did anyone ask for this sequel?
Somebody decides to let this fellow sing with minimal studio tinkering. Bad idea.
Spanish is so sexy.
Whose idea is it to bog down this album with so many slow and forgettable tracks?
Ex-Spice Girls, one hit wonders, Ali G, and the rest.
I hate this dude. He makes me drool and act like a fifteen year old tart.