POP ALBUM REVIEWJenni Rivera"Mi Vida Loca" (Fonovisa)NOW that Gwen Stefani is more U.K. than O.C., it's time to pass the Southern California pop-diva crown to its rightful owner, Long Beach native and bilingual banda queen Jenni Rivera. Rivera's pop is the old-school kind, less Timbaland and Ryan Seacrest and more pop as in populist people's music, or in her case, gente music, that speaks to the millions of Mexican Americans and Mexicans living in the U.S.Rivera is best known for being one of the only women to belt narcocorridos, those flossy and trash-talking Mexican folk tales about drug runners and border bling that have come to dominate the world of Mexican regional music.Instead of settling into submissiveness or flaunting her sexuality, she went gangsta on her own, lighting up cigars, bragging about fictitious drug fame and calling herself la malandrina (the bad girl), la chacalosa (the jackal girl) and la parrandera (the party girl), all the while paying tribute to foremothers such as Lucha Villa, Lola Beltrán and even Diana Ross.The move carried extra weight because of Rivera's lineage: She belongs to the most important dynasty in contemporary U.S.-based Mexican music. Her corrido-singing dad, Pedro, started the Cintas Acuario indie label in 1987 that helped turn legendary growler Chalino Sanchez into the Tupac of the Mexican migrant circuit, and her corrido-singing little brother Lupillo is a Mexican regional megastar. (Rivera has a mini-empire of her own that now includes a cosmetics line and a real estate business.)As a result, Rivera's music has always been synonymous with the traditions she works against and the rules she breaks, a liberating stance for sure but one that in recent years has grown musically limiting. That all changes with "Mi Vida Loca," her 12th studio album and by far her most versatile and revealing. (She's holding a public album-release event Tuesday at Vault 350 in Long Beach.)Rivera takes the cholo cliché for living the crazy life of gangs and turns it into a Mexican American feminist diary of personal and domestic struggle set to a sizzling banda score. For her, la vida loca is getting pregnant in high school, getting physically abused by husbands and raising her kids, as she sings it here, "Sin Capitán," without a captain.Speaking in English-sprinkled Spanish, she narrates the entire album with dramatic, raw confessionals about dignity and revenge, from an ugly court battle with her "first love" who told her to quit singing ("Mírame," she tells him, "look at me now idiot") to her mother's failed attempts to have her aborted after her parents crossed the border (the song that follows is "Déjame Vivir" let me live).Rivera's voice has never sounded more commanding. She's equally at home dodging dizzying clarinet twirls on "La Vida Loca 2" and soaring over the Old Mexico guitar trills and '50s blues shuffle of "Mariposa de Barrio," christening herself "the butterfly of the 'hood." The song that's bound to be Rivera's new Latina girl power anthem, though, is the almost countryish "Dama Divina," in which she boasts of not having the body of Salma Hayek, Thalia, Sofia Vergara or Beyoncé (and jokes that she gets more beautiful after a few tequilas). That she wrote the song before getting her much-publicized liposuction earlier this year shouldn't matter much to her female fans it's the kind of joyous body-image roast that is never heard on Spanish-language radio.Midway through "Mi Vida Loca," Rivera covers the Gloria Gaynor disco staple "I Will Survive," but she doesn't have to. Her own stories, and her own songs, do all the testifying she'll ever need.--Josh Kun
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