Confusion in the music industry. A normal guy arrives, looking halfway handsome. He seems shy and read. With little street and a Colau-style fringe, veering to the right but born from the left part, which according to stylistic treatises should distinguish mathematical, reflective and charismatic people. He looks like a teenager.
Don't worry. Smiling. And surprise!, without gradients, nor the wig caps that the bad rabbit used to mop, overnight, he works a true miracle singing, no joke, to God himself.
He runs his hand over the faces of Quevedo, Bad Bunny and Rosalía. And Tate McRae, Jung Kook, Taylor Swift or Doja Cat. Unexpected. Unusual.
The character in question is from A Coruña and his name is Iñigo Quintero. He is only 22 years old, trained in schools linked to the Opus (and six brothers), studies Psychology and Teaching in Madrid and to top it off he wears normal clothes and no tattoos. But, like the loaves and the fishes, his 30,000 monthly listeners on Spotify multiply (it was just a week before All Souls' Day) to reach 20 million. All without saying a word, without mopping, twerking, or bullshit.
It is his song If You Are Not, which starts with “dream high is the power / that they have given you from heaven”, which propels him to number one on Spotify's Global Top 50 (130 million views, so far) for evangelize a multitude of listeners and overthrow the “you don't know what it's like to be on the high seas with two hundred 'leather' / Let the stewardess suck your bug in the sky / What it's like to throw five hundred thousand into the whorehouse / That's why your opinion I don't care at all” and all those niceties poured into Bad Bunny's Monaco in second place on such a determining list.
Boats? Paid curators? A massive promotion campaign on Tik Tok? 150,000 euros of the wildest marketing? A venture capital fund to revive Catholic pop? Or, finally, a miracle?
Whatever it is, it is clear that the same people who these days want to give pumpkins to Halloween (some trying to make themselves heard and others with the sign of “what if we were all like Saint Matthew...?”) has fallen from the sky a new star for his next concerts. God squeezes but does not drown.
