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Robyns bananskal hamnade hos oss.
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Friday, 04 March 2011 01:30
Robyn, The Roundhouse
Written by Kieron Tyler
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Robyn: A cheerleader dressed as GI Joe
Halfway through last night’s show, as songs segued and smooshed into each other, it became clear that Robyn has perfected a high-concept pop that’s impossible to place geographically. She might be Swedish, but bloopy Chicago house, Euro electro and synthetic Japanese new wave are in the mix. A human blender, she’s at a peak – visibly fizzing.
Although she says she has a throat infection – probably the reason for the single-song encore (“With Every Heartbeat”) – she's constantly throwing martial arts shapes and flinging herself side to side as though she’s experiencing an alien attack on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. Bouncing on her three-inch rubber-soled platforms, she's relentless. Despite the footwear, she’s not the amazon she seems in her videos. She’s little. But she fills the whole stage, hurtling between the two keyboard players that flank her. Two drummers are at the back. No guitars.
'Robyn flings herself side to side as though experiencing an alien attack on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise'
She might have been pigeonholed as rap pop, disco pop or latterly electropop, but Robyn’s path is less straightforward than the music itself. Four albums came out between 1995 and 2005, with the last (Robyn) being the first on Konichiwa, her own label. Conflicts with former label Jive over her less poppy, more electro-inclined direction pushed her to create Konichiwa. Of course, the Jive-offending “Who’s That Girl" became a hit. Control is obviously an issue and, with the freedom to do what she wants, 2010 saw her new album issued as three separate releases: Body Talk Pt 1, Body Talk Pt 2 and Body Talk - the latter including re-recordings of songs from the former two. She’s recently declared another album is imminent. On a creative and conceptual roll, she’s got a lot to say. Right now, Swedish pop is in safe hands.
And the world is listening. Fêted by Madonna, she’s been Grammy nominated in the States, up for a Brit here and, a couple of weeks ago, was shortlisted for the Nordic Music Prize (she didn’t win). She’s won Swedish Grammis, but she didn’t look bothered about the thoughts of any committee.
Last night’s Roundhouse set was all Konichiwa-period material, delivered at breakneck pace. Songs were defined, but her voice initially wasn’t. Until the fourth song, “Dancing On My Own”, she was hard to hear, buried in the mix and beneath the tracked backing vocals. But “Dancing On My Own”, last night’s most downbeat moment with its soaring chorus and Giorgio Moroder synths, lifted things. The set’s core was an extraordinary, hard-hitting medley of “We Dance to the Beat”, “Don’t Fucking Tell me What to Do” and “Love Kills”, the Marshall Jefferson pulse of the former giving way to the edge of the latter. With more heart than Euro dance acts like Cascada, there was also more art. The precision and diamond-hard delivery called to mind forgotten Japanese new wavers and synth poppers like The Plastics and Sandi and the Sunsets.
Sadly, the throat infection denied the chance of hearing her encore version of Abba’s “Dancing Queen”, but this was probably enough. Robyn was a cheerleader dressed as GI Joe, seemingly as indestructible as last year’s single. Subtlety was sacrificed for full-on impact, but even so you’d have to have a heart of stone not to have been swept along by this.
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