El Pollo del Mes by Akim: A Chaotic, Genre-Bending Fiesta That Hits Hard
If you’re looking for something smooth and polished, El Pollo del Mes ain’t it. This 2015 banger from Panamanian artist Akim is raw, unfiltered urbano latino madness with a splash of reggae and dancehall vibes. Released under Factory Corp., this album doesn’t just sit in one lane—it crashes through the guardrails, swerving between reggaeton beats, Latin grooves, and straight-up wild energy. It’s messy, loud, and kinda genius.
Let’s talk tracks real quick. First up, “Visita Conyugal (Remix)” slaps hard. The original version alone had me hooked, but when Akim brings in Alex Kyza? Bro, that remix is fire. It’s got this grimy flow that feels like sneaking outta prison for a night—intense, risky, but way too fun to ignore. You can hear the desperation in the lyrics, paired with a beat so catchy it’ll stick in your head for days. Honestly, I don’t even speak Spanish fluently, but who needs translations when the vibe hits this hard?
Then there’s “Entre Novio y el Pollo (Remix),” featuring Jowell & Randy. This track is straight chaos wrapped in gold. Imagine being stuck in some bizarre love triangle involving fried chicken—that’s what listening to this feels like. The production is sharp, switching between sultry reggaeton rhythms and punchy hooks. Jowell & Randy bring their A-game here, adding layers of flavor that make the remix stand out even more than the OG. If you thought cheating songs couldn’t get weirder, Akim proves you dead wrong.
Now let’s not forget the rest of the album—it’s packed with bangers like “Dios Dinero” (a spiritual flex we didn’t know we needed) and cuts like “Porn Star,” which are as ridiculous as they sound. Tracks like “Olvídalo Todo” come at ya twice, once solo and once with Gypson Do It, showing off Akim’s versatility. He knows how to keep things fresh without overstaying his welcome on any one idea.
But here’s the kicker: despite all the noise and clutter, El Pollo del Mes works because it’s fearless. Akim doesn’t care if he sounds silly or over-the-top—he leans into it. At times, it feels like he’s trolling the whole music industry while dropping absolute heaters. And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.
So yeah, if you’re tired of cookie-cutter reggaeton playlists drowning in autotune and sad-boy tropes, give this album a spin. Just don’t expect perfection—expect pandemonium. Panama might be known for its canal, but after hearing El Pollo del Mes, I reckon it should also be famous for exporting musical lunacy. Who knew chickens could inspire such a wild ride?
