The lovely ladies of
Pandora serve up their version of an "unplugged" concert, and, as is the case with such concerts, there is precious little difference here with what you would see at an ordinary live show by this group, and precious little reason to prefer these performances over the original studio releases.
Pandora have always had vocal chops to spare and almost always have squandered that talent on industry ballads, most of which would be totally unmemorable were they not ceaselessly pounded into the heads of their target audience of trapped female domestic workers via TV and AM radio. As such, you shouldn't expect much real music here, and the only time you are going to hear any is during the ballad "Se Nos Rompió el Amor," where feigned passion is dropped and the melodies freely soar and breathe. The tepid applause after this brief moment of greatness and proof of artistic worth betrays the bewilderment
Pandora's fans feel when they are forced to absorb and evaluate something original and beautiful. After that, it's back to tired rehearsed precision arrangements that suck the art out of even
Juan Gabriel's warhorses. There is something to be said for the craftsmanship required to realize such a performance, but for the most part, this is a soporific affair.