Body Talk Pt 1, Konnichiwa ****

Robyn Carlsson has already had a few turns in the limelight during her metamorphosis from teen Europop raver to idiosyncratic electropop diva.

On the first of a proposed trilogy of releases this year, Carlsson shows why she’s still shoulderpads, cheekbones and weird choice in millinery above everyone else in the pop parade. Aside from the always on-point musical trimmings (collaborator Klas Ahlund astutely helps to colour in the icy minimalist or bubblegum pop lines, depending on what the songs demands), Carlsson’s lyrics are tart, smart and stroppy.

Don't Fucking Tell Me What to Dolists her vices, from drinking to high heels; Fembot attacks pop acts using their sexuality to sell tunes; and Dancing on My Ownis aloof in a moody, melodic and magnificent way. She ends the album with her version of a Swedish folk tune – and why not? Parts 2 and 3 are eagerly awaited.

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Download tracks: Dancing on My Own, Fembot, Don't Fucking Tell Me What to Do