As far as drum-machine-infused Swedish pop songs go…well, they don’t get much wittier than Robyn. That’s faint praise, to be sure. We all know Swedish pop songs are famed for being even more bubblebrained than their US counterparts. It’s high praise, too, by the same standard. This, particularly, is the funniest slice of deceptively airheaded disco since the bros. Russel and Ron discovered Giorgio Moroder.
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