Notch's Raised By the People is a reggaeton album for people who don't like reggaeton. This is fortunate, because I don't like reggaeton.
With his smooth and keening tenor, his repeated entreaties of "lady," and all his lovey-dovey bullshit, Notch sounds so horny he could cry.
Notch isn't the first so-so singer to get bailed out by his crack production team. He may be the first so-so reggaeton singer to benefit from his association with someone named "Jabba."
I'm standing in New York's Chung King Studios, being metaphorically fucked in the ass by a heavily perspiring Notch.
Belt? Bedpost? Cock? Whatever he's notching, chances are he's got one that represents your sister.
Blame Carlos Santana.
According to his myspace, his press bio, and some of his song lyrics, Notch has made it his goal to "break down musical barriers." Really! I've made it my goal to "avoid pedophilia."
I am a child. I'm standing in Florida's C Lab Studios, being metaphorically fucked in the ass by an apologetic Notch.
It's hard to trust artists who sound more sincere when singing through an auto tuner.
The musical achievement of the year may be how, in "Ella Se Fue," Notch recreates the rhythmic street effectz of Madonna's "Where's the Party" with a live band. The lying achievement of the year may be how he ends the song by claiming, "You lookin' at a new man--personality adjustment and everything."
I attended church wearing nothing but Notch's pastel pink-and-blue straw fedora--complete with red sash!--on my erect cock. Nobody noticed anything different.
I wake up on the floor of Florida's Circle House Studios, being spooned by Notch feat. Baby Ranks and Jabba. I've never felt more loved.
― dr. phil, Thursday, 14 June 2007 14:56 (eighteen years ago)