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(Dance) It girl
Kelis has got a really long index finger - she must be hung like a blue whale! With news of her supposed Stateside tour with Robyn, I have been given re-newed impetus for a softer revision of the Swedish singer's recent output: I now rank
Dancing On My Own even higher than my initial verdict of its sweetly throbbing melancholia being a commercial decision, to that of encouraging wanton despair whilst on a dancefloor in front of other people who have the freedom to laugh at you, but tracks like
Fembot and
Fucking are still fucking shit - why can't you see me and everyone else who would have preferred an album not served in 3 slices?
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