Manu Chao, the Franco-Spanish musical drifter, punk rocker and truest of troubadours, is suddenly beginning to feel like part of the furniture.

This song has already won a Latin Grammy, earning Chao some well-deserved mainstream recognition, though surely for one of his dullest songs in years. There’s dusty horns, feisty percussion and classical guitars playing a variety of lovely melodies, but where are the quirky electronics and home-made sounds? A Manu Chao record used to sound like it was recorded in a grimy bar in some outback frontier town. This is as professional as he’s ever been.