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And speaking for myself, all I really wanted was to make her happy. Robyn hugged herself and looked so pleased. I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the girl you’re taking home. So, we sang in one, overwhelming voice: “I’m in the corner watching you kiss her, oh oh oh. Robyn’s voice and the music dropped out entirely. When the chorus burned into the brains of everyone present hit, the lights went up over the crowd. The crowd was shaken sober with the familiar pulsing drones and strobing white lights that could pull them out of a coma if necessary. Like a cup of black coffee after one too many, the stage went dark. Robyn shimmied into fragments of “Don’t (Expletive) Tell Me What To Do.” The night already felt like ecstasy, but the house beats took us to a new place of adrenaline-fueled bliss. She launched into deep cut “Love Is Free” and ripped her shirt open to reveal a flesh-colored bodice with jeweled nipple appliques. Robyn danced her way into a jacket her partner held up for her. She intertwined her limbs with the dancer's, smiling wide as they matched their movements. The singer reemerged in a blue-and-white jumpsuit patterned like fine China, her hair tied back so she was a glam George Washington. When the time came for the spoken-word interlude of “Be Mine!” you could tell these people in Zilker Park on a school night had been waiting to say it for years.Ī male dancer replaced Robyn, moving with joy and grace, for an extended solo. The connection between the singer and the devotees in the front of the crowd was unbreakable rarely have you heard so many lyrics in stereo or seen so many bodies rock back on their heels. “I see you,” Robyn told her fans early on, just so we knew what we already knew. Musical MDMA, an aural drug from a designer with very good taste. “Oh my god,” my friend said so often that it could have been part of the beat.
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My hands pulled my KC Royals hat down over my head after several songs in sheer awe. In this set, she blurred the lines between the two - the dopamine dripped from chorus to chorus, stretched out so impossibly long that the good chemicals never stopped flowing in your brain. Robyn’s a master of both urgent pop hooks and discotheque reverie. » Related: Metric at ACL Fest: So good, so loud, so kind
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“I let the bad ones in and the good ones go,” she sang, leading her fans to declare themselves “Indestructible.” She knew what was on our minds and there would be time for that, too, on “Hang With Me.” And the cigarette-in-bed groove of “Ever Again” morphed so subtly into “Be Mine!” that I didn’t notice for a full verse, even though the latter is one of my favorite songs. Robyn glided and punched the air as she moved into old fan favorites. Over the next hour, it seemed like the lights and sounds never took a break they only mutated so some new memory could surface in your mind.
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Then “Honey” started, and at least for me, it still hasn’t stopped. Every heart in the crowd beat a little faster, fully in a trance. Her fists rolled one over the over, she threw her head back, she slid her knee up her microphone stand just so, she tugged down at the lapel of her dress. Robyn, otherworldly in yellow and red, emerged and immediately started moving in ways that are hard to explain. Like the opposite of lightning and thunder, we heard her before we saw her. The wait for the star of the show felt excruciatingly exciting. It was like the stage was pulling out costume reveals in a lip-sync for its life from “RuPaul’s Drag Race." Live percussionists and synth players hypnotized a chanting crowd. Another scrim appeared from above like a wedding veil before falling, too. White smoke billowed around a pair of giant hands as the vibey “Send to Robin Immediately” bled into the air. As the clock ticked down on Lizzo’s festival-defining performance on the Miller Light stage, figures appeared in silhouette behind a pale scrim next door. Robyn took over for Cardi B on Honda stage duty for Weekend Two. I’ve never felt a physical response like what the Swedish pop star created in me during an hour-and-a-half headliner set Sunday at Austin City Limits Music Festival.