A shuffling little tropical trifle, this breezy ditty is really like nothing Madonna has ever done before. With the aid of a very relaxed Maluma and his reggaeton influence, it’s the perfect encapsulation of the coming summer, and Madonna’s intimate and occasionally whispered vocals (slightly reminiscent of the ‘Ray of Light‘ album’s beginning and ending) strike new territory for pop’s returning queen.
I like its casual, soft-focus vibe, and at this point in her career Madonna doesn’t give a fuck about the haters, so silencing the anonymous online trolls requires nothing more than a shrug. I’m a die-hard fan who enjoys most of what she does (not all) and I happen to already love this one. It’s a lovely intro to the ‘Madame X’ experience, as well as a wonderful, wistful slide into the spring/summer seasons. This was made for summer lounging, pool parties, and sunny drives. It doesn’t bother trying to live up to impossible expectations, and ends up giddily surpassing them because of it. Sometimes you just need to enjoy what a song sounds like and go with the flow. One-two-cha-cha-cha…
