That's the Fella. You've seen him. He's the Tops. He's in the coliseum. Promoting the fizzy stuff. Looking a little insignificant next to Amazonian Beyonce, plastic punk Pink, and Asparagus Spears. But just managing to hold his own. So to speak.
And here he is. It's Julio's boy. It's not dedicated to all the girls he's loved before. It's got Kelis on it. It's a bit Justin Trousersnake. In Latino mode. But it's nowt to do with Chad Hugo and Pharell Williams. More's the pity. It's from his new album. It's called '7'. It's a tribute to the Madness album of the same name. Maybe.
Okay, Enrique is back. Taking time off from naughty stories in the tabs, he's found time to hook up with Jimmy Iovine, for a professional, if opportunistic, attempt at being Pop's golden boy. As the Justified One is taking some R'n'R to count his Brits, the vacancy sign's up. No doubt this will be jamming the airwaves of CD:UK, but if Enrique really wants to be our hero, he'll have to do better than Not In Love, which reaches for the stars but lands on Club 18 - 30. Veni, vidi, vici. He came, he saw, he conquered the Costa del Sol.