As always, Juan Luis Guerra delivers with impeccable style. The album is produced within an inch of its life, but with Guerra's voice and personal magnetism, that doesn't matter. The songs are strong from start to finish, from the galactic images in "No Aparecen" to his poetic (quasi-religious?) English-language son "Caribbean Blues." He seems to be having particular fun with Cuban rhythms, though the whole of the Caribbean has crammed itself onto the disc. Trumpeter Chris Botti and Juanes guest, though Juanes sounds weirdly a bit out of his depth in the duet "La Calle."