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In an era of hit songs by talentless pop tarts like Ke$ha, it baffles me when far more talented artists continue to languish in relative obscurity. 

Robyn is one of those artists. A star in her home country of Sweden since she was 16, she has an inexplicable lack of presence on the U.S. charts.

I can only hope that changes with “Body Talk Pt. 1,” an 8-song mini-album (the first of three that Robyn will release this year) that showcases her vocal range, impeccable craft, and ability to compel the listener to dance. 

First single “Dancing on My Own” is a lament about losing a guy in a club, and it works largely because of the pain in Robyn’s voice. “Dancehall Queen,” with its languid electro-Caribbean fusion beat, shouldn’t work, but its vaguely sinister hooks sink in nevertheless.

The final two songs on the CD bring the whole album together. “Hang with Me,” an aching acoustic ballad, is fantastically written and sung, and the final track, a traditional Scandinavian ballad featuring a music box-esque accompaniment, is haunting.

“Body Talk Pt. 1” is an unabashed dance record, but Robyn’s talent and personality make it one of the best dance-pop records of the year.

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