Years ago I was accused of not listening to many female artists. I had some old standbys by Carole King and Carly Simon that had mostly been inherited from my parents plus a Tracy Chapman or two, but otherwise my collection was distinctly lacking in estrogen.
Somewhere along the line I picked up the pace. I don’t know if it was deliberate on my part, or if I was just spending more time looking for new music. Over the years, I became a big fan of established artsits such as Aimee Mann, Shelby Lynne, Dusty Springfield, Lucinda Williams, Sheryl Crow, Dar Williams, k.d. lang, Liz Phair, Sarah McLachlan… the list goes on.
Lately it seems like more female artists are breaking through than ever before. Just in the past few years I’ve discovered Tift Merritt, Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse, Santogold, M.I.A., Duffy, Neko Case, Rachael Yamagata… and again, the list goes on.
Robyn is a recent find. She’s a Swedish singer/songwriter who made a splash a decade ago (in Sweden) with some dance hits but then fell off the radar. After fighting with labels, she reemerged a couple years ago with a new album of original material that kicks a whole lot of ass.
It’s a smart pop album full of infectious beats and melodies and some provocative lyrics. There’s a touch of hip hop, a little electronica, a dash of Prince and a whole lot of Cyndi Lauper. This song , ‘Be Mine,’ sounds like Lauper could have recorded it in the 80s.