Dios Mío, Qué Mujer!
Norteno troubadour Joan Sebastian really couldn't have chosen a better name for his gazillionth album. Like its namesake, Huevos is warm and satisfying; it's stuffed to the brim with sunny strings, bright brass bursts, accordions as friendly and familiar as a family fiesta and plenty of those delectable little norteno hoots and hollers. And then there's Sebastian's strong, rich voice, which manages to come off both plaintive and suave, cozily comfortable and boldly self-assured, tapping into the other meaning of huevos. Those are some mighty big breakfast dishes, sir.