by Jeevin Johal
Thursday, February 28
Elegant white sheets draped the stage and a heavy fog slowly hovered around the band as Swedish disco queen, Robyn, sang softly offstage. The crowd waited anxiously until she finally emerged from behind a sculpture of ivory coloured, pleading hands, in a robotic silver dress. Her moves were equally mechanical, dancing simply and gracefully to the gentle tempo of the title track from her latest album, Honey.
As the beats grew faster and heavier, so too did the pulse of the Pacific Coliseum. Any and all vulnerabilities were completely shed as Robyn let the rhythms take complete control of her body and colossal voice.
The set focused heavily on Robyn’s new album, but it was certainly her smash hit, “Dancing on My Own,” that received the greatest uproar. Upon the first chorus, Robyn and her band completely cut out and let the audience harmoniously perform the hook — on their own; the likes of which had Robyn gushing.
Robyn has completely dissolved any hindrances of the fabricated pop icon persona that record companies failed to mold her into. She is in complete control of her ascension into the stars and on this particular evening she took us on a piece of that vibrant journey.