It's hard to take Ricky Martin seriously. His single 'Livin La Vida Loca' may have been a massive worldwide hit and one of 2000's most insidious party tunes, but he still looks like an aging member of a Latin boy band and sings like a karaoke artist in a Spanish wine bar. His shortcomings are particularly glaring on record where you can't even see his twinkling feet and swivelling hips. This is a truly awful album, full of monotonous, contrived flamenco dance tracks and limp, synthetic ballads where Martin doesn't even bother trying to sound sincere. Avoid.