Categories : Electronica, Music Reviews.
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Rating: 1 / 5 Reviewer: Michelle Kennedy |
Body Talk 1 is a strange album: despite it being total shit people seem to love it. Has ironic interest gone so far that irony can no longer truly exist? Has kitsch and retro ’90s boredom really become the most interesting genre on the planet? Pop music should be thrilling and joyful and exuberant and in the grand scheme of truly great pop albums (even truly ok albums) does Robyn deserve the love she’s been getting? No. Honestly, no. The only thing remarkable about this album is how spectacularly unremarkable this album is.
Sure, it’s fantastic that Robyn has managed to pull herself out of the mire of has-been ’90s pop star; and yes, it’s incredible that Robyn is currently the queen of DIY pop music. But who cares?! Robyn survived the ’90s but her sound didn’t. She is holding fast to the most uninteresting parts of the ’90s diving momentarily into completely ripping off early/mid-2000s electro-pop. ‘Fembots’ sounds like it could’ve been produced by Chris Sheppard (or the Swedish version of him) and ‘Cry When You Get Older’ makes us all long for a new Britney Spears love ballad. Body Talk 1 is mindless, unfocused, unchallenging, uninteresting tripe.
