Robyn's new album (Part 1) is not very good. Instead of the good old days of songs about nazis, bees, and doing incomprehensible things to her enemies, she's aiming at cool-as-ice synth-pop diva. Or more likely, she's coming in the studio for 10 minutes, mumbling a bit, then going down the pub. The first track, Don't Fucking Tell Me What To Do,
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