Marc Anthony, review: The salsa king sweeps the crowd off their feet

He’s the top-selling salsa artist of all time, with two Grammys, five Latin Grammys and a stint dating Topshop heiress Chloe Green under his slim-hipped belt, but Marc Anthony has never played the UK.
Last night, as 15,000 members of London’s Latin American community threw their heads back and sang along to Spanish-language hits including Ahora Quién and Flor Pálida, Anthony — his image looming on a giant screen — was visibly moved. “Wow,” he mouthed, tearing up as he looked around.
For nearly two hours, the New York-based singer gave his all. Conducting the band. Bashing kit drums. Dancing as if on castors. Winking, flirting, picking up everything that was thrown at him, from flags and bracelets to a bright red bra that he pretended, briefly, to wear.
His voice, however, was the thing; rich and powerful, full of pathos and dignity, range and depth, it enveloped the arena. “Mi gente!” he yelled, his arms spread wide. “My people!” After a defiant Vivir Mi Vida — a sort of salsa-fied I Will Survive — he left the stage wrapped in a rainbow flag, beaming, blowing kisses, punching the air.