As the lights glow a soft orange and a piano is rolled onto the O2 stage, Robyn opens up to the audience before her. âI used to feel so embarrassed about writing these sad love songs. Iâm like, âGrow up!ââ she laughs. âBut I feel like life is pretty embarrassing.â
Sheâs not wrong, but tonight (July 3), the Swedish pop superstar puts on a show that not only embraces every part of life, but is empowered by it. Whether sheâs portraying the kind of outsized, dramatic feelings love can elicit or the carnal desires that women are often conditioned to keep private, on stage, Robyn makes everything feel liberating.
Sheâs back in London (her âfavourite city in the worldâ) as part of her âSexistentialâ tour, the live accompaniment to an album that explored love and sex in characteristic Robyn form â sometimes yearning, sometimes silly, and almost always turning those feelings into grade A bangers. Early on, âTalk To Meâ shines a light on the sexy power of communication, while the albumâs title track finds Robyn stepping off stage and greeting the front rows at the barrier as they yell back lines about lusting after Adam Driver and being âbossy, bad and bougieâ.
Robyn credit: Gus Stewart/RedfernsThat same song finds the artist declaring her body âa spaceship with my ovaries in hyperdriveâ, and here, she creates a setting that often has a tinge of the otherworldly. As we wait for her to arrive, droning synths reverberate around the venue as lights flicker down onto the crowd, like a spacecraft drifting through unchartered corners of the galaxy. Before a sublime âReally Realâ, a spotlight lands on Robyn, looking like itâs about to beam her up. When she kneels at the front of the stage during the climax of âDancing On My Ownâ, glitter starts to fall from the ceiling, covering her in sparkling dust until she looks like a twinkling alien whoâs landed on our planet, ready to dance.
Thereâs plenty of opportunity for that, whether to the bright beats of âFembotâ or the juddering energy of La Bagetelle Magique collaboration âLove Is Freeâ, which threatens to turn the venue into a sweaty club scene rather than a cavernous arena. In fact, the only time the nightâs pace dips is when Robyn brings out a piano and slows down âBe Mine!â to ballad form â presumably, itâs felt that the original version would be one banger too many for us to handle.
By the time Robyn reaches the encore, The O2 is in a state of rapture. What follows is the triple threat of âMissing Uâ, âCall Your Girlfriendâ and one of the greatest songs of all time, âDancing On My Ownâ. At the end of âCall Your Girlfriendâ, she throws punches into the air, like a boxer whoâs just clinched a title. If writing killer pop songs was a competition, Robyn would be the undisputed heavyweight champion, and tonight she makes it clear that there are few who can touch her.
Robyn played:
âBlow My Mindâ
âFembotâ
âTalk To Meâ
âHang With Meâ
âEver Againâ
âDopamineâ
âHoneyâ
âLifeâ
âLove Is Freeâ
âSexistentialâ
âReally Realâ
âLove Killsâ
âBe Mine!â
âIt Donât Mean A Thingâ
âSucker For Loveâ
âLight Upâ
âWith Every Heartbeatâ
âMissing Uâ
âCall Your Girlfriendâ
âDancing On My Ownâ
âShow Me Loveâ
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