Sexistential by Robyn

Released on 27/03/2026 by Young
Main artists: Robyn
Genre: Pop
Distinctions: Qobuz Album of the Week

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It's been eight years since we were last blessed with a Robyn album—and in that time, her influence has only come more clearly into focus: Charli XCX (who brilliantly enlisted her for a remix of "360"), Carly Rae Jepsen, Ariana Grande, Tove Lo, Betty Who. Clocking in at under a half-hour seems like it shouldn't be enough to satisfy the wait, especially since one of the songs is a revamp of an old one, but Sexistential does a lot in that compact space. Indeed, Robyn is in a maximalist mood for her ninth album.

That old song, the Prince-ly "Blow My Mind" from 2002's Don't Stop the Music, has been accessorized with every single bell and whistle. It's turned up to 11, gold plated, a fever-dream cartoon. It's sugar-spun, and you are the cone being twirled in the cotton-candy machine. The original (which Robyn has called "one of the best songs I ever recorded") was a love song, and so is this remodel—albeit for the singer's 3-year-old son: "Unconditional naked devotion/ Your unbearably cute scrumptious little face/ Crushing me every single day." She has said of the track, "It's not cute, because it's not cute with children. They're cute, but the experience isn't. It's very punk." The title track, meanwhile, is about looking for a sex partner while undergoing IVF—not to co-parent, just because she's horny. "Fuck a Plan B, baby, it's no big deal/ I'm already ten weeks in maternity/ Fuck a single mom, I'm not judgmental," she slur-raps on the Peaches-ish number. (There's also a bit where Robyn tells her fertility doctor that Adam Driver would be her dream donor—the actor "always did kinda give me a boner"—and the doc malaprops: "Yeah, wasn't he great in Don't Mess With the Zohan?")

She reunites with Max Martin on the R&B-flavored subwoofer-buster "It Don't Mean a Thing" and glorious, high-cardio "Talk to Me," which winks at Daft Punk and holds back nothing. Neon-glowing "Sucker for Love" is like being trapped in the Wreck-It Ralph arcade. Snippets of Eddie Van Halen-style guitar, channel-surfing static and a helium-filled phone conversation are layered into "Really Real," which is propulsive with synth and bent and bruised, twisted and contorted vocals. "Light Up" and "Into the Sun" convey the classically Robyn emotion of liberation; the first is a bit of a tease—every time it seems like it's going to build and explode, it levels out—but the latter delivers more payoff. And while it's practically impossible to re-create the incredible dopamine of "Call Your Girlfriend" or "Dancing On My Own," the song "Dopamine" feels pretty great. A co-write with Taio Cruz, it packs in synth waves, Euro disco vibes and the word "Dope" repeated over like a stuttering HAL 9000. Robyn allegedly sent an early demo to Daft Punk to see if they wanted to collaborate; Klas Åhlund ("Call Your Girlfriend") produced it instead. Their loss. © Shelly Ridenour/Qobuz

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