Chronicle of Mon Laferte (La Riviera, 2022) Chronicle of Mon Laferte (La Riviera, 2022) – CrazyMinds

Mon Laferte has reached the level of diva, whether it’s pop or Latin music, it doesn’t matter. She may not have yet reached the Palacio de los Deportes or the Wanda Metropolitano, but the response of her followers at her La Riviera concert could be compared to the madness they unleash Rosalia either Dua Lipasaving distances.

Who would have thought that the atmosphere in the room prior to the concert, which sang and danced to the musical thread of Chilean and Latin American hits as if that was what they had come to see that night, was just a warm-up to be able to shout with each movement of Mon . Such expectation created a barrier of mobile phones that separated the public from the band, and the excess of acclaim almost succeeded in separating Mon Laferte from everything that their songs hide and pretend to transmit.

The professionalism of the Chilean-Mexican can be called impeccable and her voice knows no limits. From her first chorus, she demonstrated a power of hers that forces her to move the microphone away from her as far as it will go, in order to be able to sustain very high and impeccable notes, without blowing up La Riviera’s speakers. But her movements seem studied to the millimeter. The sensual and seductive dances, also fun and salty; kisses and greetings to the public. All this orchestrates a Show of La-la-land, I love you, oh my God, Jesus Christas he sings in hollywood pleasuresong that opens his latest album.

However, fireworks are nothing more than noise and lights, as beautiful as they are. A good part of the concert was perceived more as a performance than as the hymn to love and sentimental waste that was expected of Mon Laferte. Tender, painful, passionate and heartbreaking, that’s how her songs are. She rarely managed to get past the screens that persecuted her and really move, from within. It must be hard to find whatever there is to find in yourself when so many are seeing you but not looking. But Mon got it. Towards the end of the concert, in the midst of the successes and the side of her more rockerthe topic Torment It sounded like pain, rage, absolute love. Heartbreaking and sincere; she intimate, without spectacle, without acting, so real that she had a hard time raising her gaze when she finished it, clinging to the microphone cable as her only lifeline.

With this and the flashes of naturalness that the two great collaborations of the night managed to get out of it, Silvana Estrada Y Rozalen, it was possible to intuit the person who hides behind the Chilean and Mexican diva with four Latin Grammys. What leads her to write those lyrics that, more than heartbreak, speak of impotence, pain and disappointment, but also of friendship and love. And how overwhelming when Mon Laferte manages to tell it from the depths of her gut.