It's a wonder what took
Luis Miguel so long to enlist Latin maestro
Manuel Alejandro to write and produce one of his projects. As one of the most prolific and respected songwriters in Latin pop -- his clientele is a who's who that includes
Julio Iglesias,
Placido Domingo,
Raphael, and
Jose Jose, to name but a few -- the tunesmith's timeless, smooth compositions are a natural fit for the crooner. But
Complices is more than just their first all-out collaboration: it's the first time
Miguel ever hands over the reins of a recording entirely to a third party. He's worked with his share of legends, but never has El Sol De Mexico, no matter how legendary the contributor, had one person handle everything -- from songwriting all the way to arrangements and production.
Alejandro's eye for detail as a composer is exquisite, anyway, so the relinquishment doesn't result in a big sonic departure for the vocalist, even if the songs do follow a dark thematic line -- in terms of love songs, at least, this is perhaps the most somber, hopeless set of compositions
Miguel has ever sung. For someone who has made a name for himself singing ballads and Latin standards -- his
Romances saga attests that much -- the brand of love
Complices champions is the kind that can be sensual and torrid one moment, only to cheat and break hearts the next. Poetically, the material is flawless, even beautiful, but a deeper analysis sheds light on a far from perfect version of love. This love fakes kisses (
"Bravo, Amor, Bravo"), fears commitment (
"De Nuevo El Paraiso"), steals partners (
"Se Amaban"), and is on the verge of falling apart (
"Dicen") -- far from the kind of record you put on as you wine and dine a romantic interest. That's not to say
Complices isn't a romantic album. In spots, it certainly is, but it doesn't go beyond mere romance -- the one-night stand, an illicit affair, sweet nothings whispered in the ear.
Complices paints such a bleak, depressing picture of what love ought to be, it's easily the most hopelessly romantic disc of
Miguel's career -- pristinely executed by Latin pop standards, yet ironic coming from the biggest loverman in all of Latin music. Could this be the musical companion to the singer's sensational tabloid persona? You be the judge. ~ Andree Farias