Robyn has said, “The purpose of my life is to stay horny” – let’s all enjoy the benefits of her sex-positive Sexistential explorations, shall we?
Sex after 40, single motherhood, “juicy hentai” (don’t Google it) – the Swedish electropop pioneer leans into some taboo subjects on album number nine, kicking against Andre 3000’s assumption that no one would wanna hear a rap about his colonoscopy.
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“Fuck a app, I need me some IRL/ I’m on the clock, just give me your ASL/ Fuck a Plan B, baby, it’s no big deal/ I’m already ten weeks in maternity” – the title track sees Robyn rapping about trying to get laid while ten months preggers through IVF.
An undeniable pop banger, Dopamine flies super-close to the peerless Dancing On My Own. “I’m tripping on a chemistry…” – Robyn almost-stutters, like a lovestruck teen succumbing to that specific cocktail of brain chemicals for the very first time.
Megahit-maker Max Martin – a long-time Robyn collaborator – co-wrote Talk To Me, which took shape during the global pando when socialising IRL was forbidden. Sucker For Love employs a Blinding Lights-esque toy-keyboard hook. Robotic, Kraftwerk-esque beats underscore Blow My Mind – an updated version of a song from 2002’s Don’t Stop The Music album, recontextualised for her son: “…this time it’s about my son’s tiny soft hands with nails sharp a knives,” Robyn has said.
The closing Into The Sun sounds like a pinball, gleefully ricocheting around a neon-lit machine.
At the centre of it all are Robyn’s pristine pipes, with just the right amount of raw edginess.
LABEL: YOUNG
RELEASE: 27 MARCH
