Last night, I saw Robyn at Roundhouse.
I've seen Robyn live quite a few times now, from one of her earliest UK gigs to the heights of Heaven.
She always delivers.
I can totally see why she called her last album Body Talk; she really does channel her lyrics through her dancing. Such as:
- Simulating putting a calculator in her pocket during Fembot
- Thumping a heartbeat on her chest during With Every Heartbeat
- Simulating kissing and embracing herself during Dancing on my Own
- Throwing herself around the stage in unabashed, uncoordinated dance fever during nearly everything.
In short, and, as always: amazing.