The best Britney Spears song of the past 5 years — and I trust those reading this website know how that’s a compliment. Britney at her best and most interesting was the sexy robot as a tragedy, gleaming dance-pop with an underlying uncomfortableness about how present she really was in the whole thing. Robyn, the moment’s most celebrated pop robot, takes that idea (and the gleaming Scandipop of Britney’s best) and pushes it up, giving her robot more agency but no more of an ability to stop. It’s propulsive and irresistible, ready to not only dominate the summer’s dance clubs but with the sort of classic pop sound that suggests it’ll get the floor packed for the next few years. And yet there’s still that hesitation, that wondering of why we’re at the club at all. But we can’t resist our programming.
