For his latest contribution to Resident Advisor, Andrew Ryce has chosen to cover the exciting new Robyn & Royksopp collaboration “Do It Again.” After reading the review all I could think to myself was “Never Again.”
Robyn and Röyksopp want you to think of them as a band, and not just collaborators. They’ve worked together before (“The Girl And The Robot,” “None Of Dem”), but their more substantial partnership this time came almost out of necessity
Two artists from last decade you didn’t care about then (and surely don’t care about now) needed to get paid.
Robyn returned from herBody Talk tour emotionally spent and artistically exhausted. She moved to Röyksopp’s hometown of Bergen, Norway, in the hope of finding some inspiration. Together the trio found it, through bonding, friendship and wild nights of partying. The end product, the five-track EP Do It Again, explores hedonism, love and artistic anxiety through the prism of festival-ready electro house.
Is this part of the review or the press-release?
The lead single and title track is a hit-you-over-the-head party anthem full of fluttering synths and slamming drums. It’s a pure pleasure overload with a heart-in-mouth breakdown for good measure.
I’m 32 years old, that sounds terrible.
Robyn’s lyrics are painfully simplistic, but hidden deep in clichés like “It hurts so good” and “Wait for the build-up” is a sort of existential ache. Look at it from one angle and it’s a humorously straightforward club banger, but inspect it more closely and it’s a comment on bad habits (“And when we come down / We just do it again”) or a metaphor for a flawed relationship.
Again, I’m 32 years old, that sounds terrible. Moreover, you are telling me it’s terrible but because it’s a metaphor for something relatable I should allow it? I’ll pass.
The track wouldn’t be much without Robyn’s powerful vocal performance, balancing wounded pride and nervous excitement to deliver these lyrics like no one else could.
So you’re telling me the track is boring, and I’m willing to bet 99% of RA readers don’t care about Robyn, so, why is this review even here? Who paid for this review?
The rest of the EP veers between silly and serious. “Sayit” could be a holdover from 2009.
So are your aspirations of becoming a successful journalist.
Robyn trades lines with a glitchy computer voice á la Benny Benassi’s “Satisfaction,” with surging scales and pounding drums that make it hard to dislike
You obviously don’t understand my tastes.
“Every Little Thing” is a power ballad rendered in dramatic dubstep thrusts.
I’m 32 years old, that sounds terrible….
I give up, I can’t continue. This is horrible, and not because the music isn’t compelling but the writing is about as hastily thrown together as what’s being reviewed. Resident Advisor, if this is not a sign that Andrew’s, and your best days are behind you I’m not sure what else you need.
Don’t “Do It Again”