As A. Higuera pointed out, “from this gypsy's forge comes poems about unrequited love and lyrics that talk about those who left to never return. His is a singing to melancholy, to loneliness and to the evils of love, a vital existentialism that he accompanies with his toasted voice and whatever comes his way, a bulerías sonata, a piano or a stratocaster on the shoulder.
Lin Cortés' music is neither more nor less than an extension of himself. A versatile flamenco artist who has grown up listening to Camarón, Ray Heredia, Los Chichos, Triana or his uncle El Pele and a restless musician who drinks from soul, funky, rock and everything they throw at him. Its purity is precisely in the mixture.”