The Apollo tent stage was filled to the brim and then some more when Robyn got up on stage in an overturial version of Fembot. Her performance at Arvikafestivalen was a one of a life time experience.
The project of Robyn has developed in a very personal way. The show is total self confidence all way through. The dancing, the music arrangements and the fact that she spends Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do stretching and eating a banana. Some might fall into a diva mode, but Robyn succeeds to involve the audience in a very authentic and pure way.
The music arrangements is brave and make the show become what it is and should be – a show. The broad spectrum of genres, from the scent of 90’s accompanying Cobrastyle to back beat Dancehall Queen, is profesionally woven together. She dares to let the intros be experimental, and sometimes not even reveal what is coming up next, except for a great, danceable sound landscape.
Robyn proofs that her music suits every possible occasion and person there are to find. Because there is no one that ain’t there. Everyone, from the hipsters to the muddy festival freaks, contributes to the sing- and dancealong to Dancing On My Own that almost makes the roof of the tent to burst.
On our way to the next concert we got a glimpse of the band and crew all laughing and having a good time, and it’s all clear that the show and Robyn is pure, self confident artistry in the best of ways.
