Daddy Yankee has signature producers like will.i.am, Scott Storch and Mr. Collipark as well as Mr. "I can't control myself on tour" Akon on his new album, so it's clear that the Puerto Rican rapper's stock is rising.
But the beats on this soulless reggaeton album are still highly irritating, the sharp, frantic rhythms seeming to want to jerk people onto the dance floor. And to me Daddy Yankee's voice is like a knife scraping a dinner plate. It's like that Seinfeld episode where Mary Hart's voice sends Kramer into spasms.
Daddy Yankee yells in a constant nasal drill interspersed with "sultry" moaned boasts. Now add some simplistic hooks like "Who, who, who, who's yo daddy? / You, you, you, you my daddy." My mind hurts after listening to this.