Pitchfork

Thieves and muggers, tricks and hustlers, sing with her, sing for the year, the laughter and the tears: "You won't be squealed on, ripped on tonight/ You won't be back-stabbed, double-crossed, face down, teeth knocked out, lying in a gutter somewhere." Not that these promises to the second class citizens of the world are what's going to be remembered from this song. Dance producer Christian Falk-- a contributor to Robyn's first album from last century-- concocts a gorgeous, shimmering backing track upon which Robyn and the Ark's Ola Salo rest their weary heads. Salo's understated presence allows Robyn enough room to convincingly vamp as a bonafide (albeit melisma-free) disco diva, a nurturing mother to the tired, hungry, and poor looking to do nothing more than forget their troubles and take to the dancefloor.