Pop Reviews Now: #7: Robyn - Dancing On My Own

#7: Robyn - Dancing On My Own

Before we get on with the review, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! *hands out virtual gifts to everyone* I'm most likely asleep, tired from last night's festivities, when this is published and I'll most likely be out the full day. But I truly do need to like you all a jolly Christmas with dozens of presents and food and people you love. ;

There are times when I don't need to write about a song, for concern that I won't be capable to put it into words right and do it justice - I'd sooner take the song speak for itself. This is one of those times. But I hope to try my best to somewhat put this epic song to words. Somewhat. Strangely enough, the foremost matter that comes to listen when I hear Dancing On My Own is cram school. Last summer I was in the Philippine equivalent of "cram school", reviewing for the series of university entrance exams I was to have come the beginning of senior year - this what what I was listening to during my marathon late-night study sessions with my books and coffee as best friends. So isolated from the fact that it's a splendid song (we'll get to that in a while), it holds very vivid memories. It's such a delight to hear to the song, even if there are a million things all happening at the same time. The call has a really clear direction, and I suppose that's one of the biggest factors - yes, you have synth lines and whatnot floating above Robyn's very full, yet ever so slightly thin, vocals but when you listen closely they all complement one another. The melody's a big factor in me adoring the song - it's slightly disjointed during the verses, but as the chorus nears it slowly gets somewhat more flow-y. The gaps in the melody allow for the amazing instrumental to be heard more, and who wouldn't want that? It works on Dancing On My Own because the instrumental is really something that's worthy of being heard on it's own. Put everything together, and you make an epic song, worthy of it's position in this list. But then again all the songs are worthy. But you get the point, right? I promise you do.