Robyn - Robyn

Skyscrapers? Androgyny? Y instead of I? I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

Here's Amazon's artist description:

"She is Robyn. The most killingest pop star on the planet. A pint-sized atom bomb dosed on electric and dispensing wisdom in three-minute modernist pop bulletins on the post-adolescent condition."

That's awful enough without the nagging suspicion that it was penned by Robyn herself.

'Three minute modernist pop bulletins on the post-adolescent condition' - it's what the world's crying out for.

Why doesn't anyone pen songs about grouting the bathroom or the perils of randomly selecting a take-away menu and ordering from it?