Robyn

“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 Ã…hlund ”“ who co-wrote her 2005 cred-maker, Robyn ”“ 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, Body Talk shows a dancehall queen with more than just blonde ambition.

Key Tracks: ”˜Fembot,’ ”˜Dancehall Queen,’ ”˜Hang With Me’