I am Enrique; hear me whine

One thing I like about Enrique Iglesias: he thinks he's awesome. He's so vain I bet he blares his own albums when grinding his Latin love to (tennis) ball-stroking Anna Kournikova. \nEnrique simultaneously attempts the roles of sex symbol and badass, assuming every female will swoon if he and his former mole squint while whining into the mic. On the thoughtlessly titled 7, he relies solely on this, offering little in the way of substance. \nBeing a modern pop album, the clarity is pristine. But it's overproduced with everything synthesized and jumbled into unoriginal Euro-trash bubblegum-pop dance rhythms. \nCertain tracks stick in your head, certain ones sound mildly sincere, but the album suffers from Enrique's brazen obsession with all things sex. On the annoying first single "Addicted," he shamelessly croons "Have I told you how good it feels to be me when I'm in you?" \nAnd on the abysmal "Free," he spouts such lyrical ejaculations as "I wanna touch where it makes you mine/I wanna push 'til I get it right" and "When you go down and freak on me/That's when I'm free," stripping the Dorito-craving bastard of integrity. 7 is catchy, but not exactly worth catching.