Jordan Winter

Robyn is like an ethereal, illusive spirit of dance – she stands alone and one, yet all encompassing, a heavenly energy radiating from her mind and flowing out into her movements, voice, and layers of delicious euro techno pop. She brings forth passion, adrenaline, exuberance, raw and unapologetic joy and delight in the force that is music. And yet, like a spirit – an angel – a ghost, even, that only emerges on earth every 8 years for a night and must disappear before sundown – Robyn is hard to catch. She may be a fembot, but that doesn’t mean she tours and records like a machine – because fembots have feelings too. And that’s what makes her such a sought after enigma. You dream of being in her presence at one of her surreal, immersive concerts, which really aren’t mere concerts at all, but a transcendental party, where the pounding beat and glittering synthesizers in the music are felt in body and soul. You dream of being there – but you can’t. And that’s what makes it so excruciatingly special. She has not toured or released an album in so long, and the world is healing from a pandemic. You don’t know if or when you can catch her. But until you do – you can visit that time and space of the transcendental techno dance party in the landscape of firing neurons that sprawls out in that brain of yours.