Out on the sales floor, this appears to have been misstep. Lost in the holiday hurly-burly, the album, titled “X 100PRE,” is currently drooping at No. 29 on the Billboard charts. But maybe Bad Bunny is playing the long game. The new year is a good time for gazing into the future, and if you squint hard enough at “X 100PRE,” you’ll hear an album that’s going to change things. After issuing a few summers’ worth of motley hits — including “I Like It,” his massive neo-boogaloo brainchild with Cardi B — Bad Bunny is giving important new lessons in genre erosion.

He still sounds most comfortable coasting over trap beats, those languorous, flickering rhythms that most Atlanta rappers tend to chew like Juicy Fruit. But “X 100PRE” also features smoggy puffs of reggaeton (“Cuando Perriabas”), delectable pinpricks of bachata (“La Romana”), bully punches of dembow (“La Romana” again), even a surprise power-pop jag that could probably be traced back to Ric Ocasek’s 23andMe kit (“Tenemos Que Hablar”). And through it all, Bad Bunny never sounds like some pseudo-syncretist showing off how many styles he can juggle. Everything here simply sounds like a Bad Bunny song.

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At the bottom of it all is his voice, a blunted baritone that originates in the abyss of his diaphragm and rises up through his airways, smooth like an escalator ride, finally rolling out of his mouth like a yawned shout or a shouted yawn. It’s a monolithic, strangely adaptable tone — one that allows him to deaden his punchlines, gird his brags and cast his most vulnerable pleas in bronze.

So let’s presume that the ballast of his voice is what gives Bad Bunny the psychic permission necessary to take such stylish risks, sonically and sartorially. (His manicurist paints his fingernails like so many Easter eggs while his barber is presumably a fan of the works of Ellsworth Kelly.)

It’s those risky wild styles that set Bad Bunny apart from his closest cousin in pop, Drake. The two work in the same melodic neighborhood, but to hear how different they are, cue up “MIA,” the album-closing duet in which Drake lilts along in Spanish while Bad Bunny enters his default state of effortless locomotion. The song doesn’t come off like an airplay bid, or a synergy exercise, or any kind of torch-passing. Instead, it feels like another mischief-flex — a contrast between one rapper who aspires to sound like everyone else and another who can only sound like himself.