Remember when I said I was over synthesizers?
I might have been lying to you.
Remember when I also said I had crossed over to a warm, healthy embrace of real instruments?
Also a lie.
How do I know this? Well, because Robyn is coming to Austin on Thursday. Her music is unabashedly, take no prisoners pop. I feel a teeny weeny bit guilty for enjoying it, and yet I do enjoy it, in a dance in front of the mirror, lip-sync into the hairbrush kind of way.
It's all ok, because do you know who else has this fraught relationship with real vs. unreal instruments? Robyn herself.
Observe the drum machine being plugged in during the opening seconds of her (2010) video for "Hang With Me."
Now. Take a trip with me down memory lane, to Robyn of 1997.
(And now that I think of it, there's a lot of highly sexual pop that's not ridiculous at all. Remember when "Justify My Love" came out? And how very seriously we took that? No one was laughing at Madonna then. No. At that moment, a few might have been scared of Madonna, a lot might have been turned on by Madonna, but not a single soul was laughing at Madonna).