Recently, my new iPhone was stolen and as a result, I’ve had to go back to my old one, which I’d previously given to my son. Unfortunately, I hadn’t removed my old songs from it and as a result, he’s been happily playing my music. Which, on the whole, is a lovely thing. We had a joyful moment walking down the road today with him holding the old black phone, blaring out The Dead Kennedy’s “Holiday In Cambodia”.
But whilst him listening to Motorhead and Bad Brains and the like is all well and good, there are a few albums that I’m not so sure he should really be listening to. One is Robyn’s new album, which opens with “Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do”. More than once in the past few weeks I’ve wandered into a room to find him playing the opening to the next track, “Fembot” and singing along. Which usually means he’s already got bored with the preceding track having sung his little heart out to it.
“Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do” is no longer on my iPhone. “Fembot” might drop off soon too, as soon as I get round to listening to the words properly…
And the album? It’s alright, you know.
MP3: Fembot by Robyn