Body Talk
Robyn had long since emancipated herself from teen-pop by the time she released her seventh album. But *Body Talk*’s real triumph comes from its blend of blunt statements of intent (“Don’t F\*\*\*\*\*g Tell Me What to Do,” “None of Dem”) with naked vulnerability. The wearily triumphant “Dancing On My Own” and the green-eyed “Call Your Girlfriend” speak to the longing that drives people to the dance floor; “Dancehall Queen” and “U Should Know Better” provide the pulsing template for catharsis.
Compiling tunes from the two early Body Talk mini-LPs and adding worthy new material, Robyn ends a great year on a high note.
Robyn’s Body Talk is one of the year’s finest, most progressive pop albums, but it’s also something of a minor letdown as a standalone project.
The third installment of Body Talk isn't quite what we expected, but it proves to <strong>Maddy Costa</strong> that Robyn remains endlessly fascinating
Robyn - Body Talk review: Smart, pulsing electro-pop from an artist with the makings of a true pop star.