MiguelMiguel’s last record, Kaleidoscope Dream, cemented his reputation as a flirtatious, smooth-voiced heartbreaker.
On Wildheart he attempts to marry that to a rock star persona, all huge guitar riffs and vocal crescendos, with some success. There’s subtle sensuality on The Valley as he unashamedly cries out, “I wanna fuck like we’re filming in the valley,” and on Coffee (Fucking) he manages to turn cheesy lines like “I wish I could paint our love” into aural erotica. But then he toys with LA superficiality (Hollywood Dreams) and its inherent loneliness (What’s Normal Anyway), leaving Wildheart lacking much-needed cohesiveness.
