Confusion in the music industry. A normal guy arrives, shooting half-handsome. He seems shy and read. With little street and a fringe in the style of La Colau, leaning to the right but born from the stripe to the left, which according to stylistic treatises should distinguish people who are mathematical, reflective and charismatic. He looks like a teenager. Quiet. smiling And, surprise!, without gradients, nor the caps with a wig that the bad rabbit was wearing, from night to day, he works a real miracle singing, no joke, to God himself. He passes them, and no one can give credit, the hand over the face to 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 Opus (and six brothers), studies Psychology and Teaching in Madrid and goes to dessert with tidy clothes and no tattoos.
But, like loaves and fishes, his 30,000 monthly listeners on Spotify multiply (it happened just a week before the Day of the Dead) to reach 20 million. All without letting go of a deer, without trapeos, perreos, or chingadas.
It is his torn Si no estás, which starts with "sueñas alto es el poder / que te han dado desde el cielo", which propels it to number one on Spotify's Global Top 50 (130 million plays, for now ) to evangelize a whole trove of listeners and displace the "you don't know what it's like to be at sea with two hundred 'cuero' / That the stewardess te mame el bicho en el cielo / What es tirar quiinentos mil en el putero / Fear eso tu opinion me importa cero" and all those flowers poured into Bad Bunny's Monaco in second place on such a decisive list.
Bots? Paid commissioners? A massive promotion campaign on Tik Tok? 150,000 euros of the wildest marketing? A venture capital fund to resurrect Catholic pop? Or, in the end, a miracle?
Be that as it may, what is clear is that those who these days want to give pumpkins on Halloween (or looking to make themselves "heard" or with the placard of "¿Y si todos fuéramos como san Mateo, san...?" ) a new star has fallen from the sky for their next concerts. God squeezes but does not suffocate.
