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"Even the Vatican knows not to fuck with me," chirps Robyn on her third release of 2010. The Swedish diva's swagger is earned. This disc cherry-picks from two previous EPs while tossing in five new tracks. It all adds up to the best dance-pop album of 2010, 15 songs that are both immaculately catchy and packed with quirks: On "Fembot," she does a hilarious sexy-robot bit, bragging about her "automatic booty applications"; later, she trades over-the-top boasts with Snoop Dogg and turns in the kind of Day-Glo dancehall track M.I.A. used to rock. Even her Eurocheese ballads are passionately weird: On "Time Machine," she folds a reference ("All I want is a DeLorean") into a huge, heartfelt chorus Lady Gaga would kill to have written.
The first genuinely exciting, no-filler, pure pop full-length album since The Fame.
First, the consumer information. Diehard fans of the Swedish synth-pop veteran who have been waiting for the third part in a 2010 Body Talk trilogy may be disappointed. Body Talk contains five new tracks plus five songs from each of the previously released parts one and two; of those five new tracks, two are different versions of previously released cuts. So the third part of the trilogy is, in fact, a three-track single. You can download the five newbies as Body Talk Part 3; but then, you can download any five tracks from any album, in theory. Ms Carlsson’s frothy press release quote about breaking "a world record in how many songs I could release in a year" happily ignores the fact that the running time of all three Body Talks barely adds up to a double-album.
Via de VPRO Luisterpaal is weer een nieuwe CD te beluisteren. Dit keer is het de CD 'Body Talk Pt 2' van 'Robyn'. De track lijst is als volgt.
She's as feisty as Pink, as beat-savvy as M.I.A., does Eurodisco better than Gaga. But can this mercurial diva, a star in her native Sweden, crack the Top 40? The second EP in Robyn's trilogy ( was in June) offers up another batch of great, club-ready songs that are a touch too weird for American hit radio. Robyn sings and raps about standard diva themes (dance-floor ecstasy, self-reliance), but the music is deliciously wacked-out. In "U Should Know Better," she boasts alongside Snoop Dogg as a churchy choir swells over fuzzy effects. "We Dance to the Beat" is a thumper that slides from Eighties electro into squiggly abstraction. As far as the radio goes, Robyn has other priorities. "We dance to the beat," she croons, "of silent mutation."
"Don't fuckin' tell me what to do," chants reformed teen-pop prodigy Robyn. No worry, girl, things are under control. With help from Klas Åhlund – who co-wrote her 2005 cred-maker, – the singer drops a near-perfect mini-album, launching a planned trilogy. Beats from Diplo and Röyksopp drive high-heeled heartbreak and oh-snap comedy. "Once you've gone tech, you never ever goin' back," she declares on "Fembot," out-bionic-ing Xtina by 20 gigabytes. Capped with a Swedish folk gem, shows a dancehall queen with more than just blonde ambition.