Review: Bad Bunny's Ultimate Beach Party

It's only fitting that the world's biggest musician should bring his summer fiesta to some of the largest stadiums in North and South America. After all, "World's Hottest Tour" is in celebration of "Una Verano Sin Ti," Bad Bunny's latest album that just happens to be the world's hottest album.

It's only been a few months since Bad Bunny was last on tour with his "El Último Tour Del Muno" tour, a concert so impressive that the experience is still firmly etched in my mind. But in the months following, he released an album that would shatter records worldwide, topping the Billboard 200 charts for a record-breaking amount of time. In fact, at his recent stop at Boston's Fenway Park, Mayor Michelle Wu declared it Bad Bunny Day. The proclamation read, in part: "Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio has reached millions of people in Latin America through music, art, and most importantly, through inclusiveness. He has revolutionized not only music but fashion by defying gender stereotypes that dictate how we dress as people."

Despite only being well-known for a relatively short period of time, Bad Bunny's impressive ascent continues to be one of music's most awesome success stories. And while his "World's Hottest Tour" is, in many respects, the ultimate summer beach party, his immense fame made for one of the most chaotic, unsafe, and unenjoyable concert experiences of my life.

The staff at Fenway Park was so unequipped to handle the crowd that the turf section turned into a frightful free for all, with fans essentially storming the stage to get as close to him as they could. Even the police officers were more interested in taking video of the concert than stopping the chaos. I won't dwell on this any longer because this is a review of his concert, not of Fenway Park, but whoever is in charge of security at Fenway should no longer hold that position.

The concert itself, however, was a fitting celebration of the biggest album in the world right now. It was a nearly three hour-long beach party, complete with inexhaustible dancers and fireworks that lit up the summer sky. And even if I didn't always know what he was saying or what he was singing about, I found myself utterly connected to the moment and in awe of what Bad Bunny has accomplished.

His music aside, the fact that a Spanish-language artist who paints his nails, wears dresses, and actively denounces homophobia and transphobia is selling out stadiums across the United States is a staggering feat that would have been unimaginable even a few years ago. In a music genre rife with toxic masculinity and appalling machismo, Bad Bunny has flipped the script, and the world is showing up in droves to his ultimate beach party. Bad Bunny isn't just the present, he's the future.