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Peanut butter and jam. Lennon and McCartney. Curry and beer. Robyn and Röyksopp. Solange and slapping people in lifts. Some things just work together.

In this case, Robyn, the ever-present predecessor to the enduring alt-pop Scandi-philia that we've been part of for a good few years now, and Röyksopp, the somewhat more mysterious, left-field electro you'd still get away with namedropping with the cool kids and keep all of your Scandi-cred (that's definitely a thing). Essentially, you'd be hard pressed to find a better coupling that didn't involve Prince, especially if pop's your thing (and oh god, is it mine).

And indeed, the force was strong with this one from the start: In 2011 the pairing released probably one of the best tracks of the year, in the form of the simmering, beat-heavy, moxiness of 'None of Dem' (as Robyn feat. Röyksopp). And even before this, Röyksopp's 2009 release Junior featured a wonderful collaboration between the two in the form of the utterly captivating 'The Girl and the Robot' (as Röyksopp feat. Robyn).

Really, what I'm trying to say is, even the aesthetically pleasing combination of the two names on a page is enough to get the heart pumping for their new mini-album Do It Again.

Opener 'Monument' begins with a brooding, dark electro soundscape with Röyksopp written right across its forehead. Glitchy in parts, driving and with no small hint of menace, it's as hypnotizing as you might expect. Enter: Robyn. But, somewhat tentatively. There's little of the bad-ass sass which perpetuates through much of her material present here, or the pop bravado. In fact, she sounds very much like she's keeping her cool, ready for a pop explosion in the coming moments. We're kept waiting, however, through a track of almost 10 minutes, with nothing but the low, almost ominous vocals from our songstress, and a somewhat unnerving brass interjection over choral hum from the Röyksopp boys. It all very much feels like a build up to what comes next.

'SayIt' comes in, further promising some classic top-of-her-lungs Robyn with a sturdy four to the floor beat and much more uptempo, if still brooding layers of synth. It's just about here, however, that it begins to become clear we may not be getting exactly what we came for. Robyn's contribution doesn't seem to come up above minimal, and is mechanized beyond all recognition, as she quotes the robot refrains. "SAYIT, I WANT YOU TO" says the computerized Robyn, but it's hard not to think that sing it, is what we really want her to do. (As a side note, however, the video for this track is all kinds of weird, glitchy great, and I'd thoroughly recommend a watch if you haven't already.)

Some catharsis comes with 'Do It Again'. The obvious single, heart and middle section of the mini-album. Certainly the song is more Robyn in atmosphere. And if I'm not mistaken, she is in no small measure bringing her feministy, sex positivity back round from the "I'm coming in your mouth make you say YUM YUM" of 'Konichiwa Bitches'. The vocal seemingly describing orgasms, unadvisable casual sex and maybe even a little kink ("we do what we want, it hurts so good").

Aside from what we might construe from the lyrics, however, 'Do It Again' mostly fails to really bring the album to climax (sorry), as it perhaps could have done. Sure, people will dance to this in clubs. It'll get stuck in your head and stay there until the next hook laden chart-topper comes on the radio. But this isn't the best work by either party involved, and it's starting to feel a whole six songs, might have been too much for the collaboration, and had them come out as less than a sum of their parts.

The end of the album doesn't do so much to bring us to a high point either, although it does go a long way to showing the diversity these two artists are capable of and willing to try; neither are by any means sticking to the familiar here, and this, of course, should be commended. But it's hard not to feel a little cheated, when after such a long absence, the first we hear of Roybn has, well, so little Robyn.

Admittedly, 'Every Little Thing' takes us back to the somehow still charming cliches of early Robyn, and the sweeping layers of electro violins are far from unpleasant. But there's nothing much to grab on to here. It seems as though, throughout, Röyksopp and Robyn have stayed a little tentative of each other. As if the chemistry of the first passionate few dates in which they created their two previous releases proved too much pressure to stop them feeling a little awkward around each other in the cold light of day. To be fair, we've all been there.

The album fades out with soothing, chill electro of 'Inside the Idle Hour Club', the beginning of which you'd be forgiven for mistaking for someone having quietly broken in to your house from the next room, if you haven't been paying full attention to your speakers. Nevertheless, it's a good track, but not memorable. Not exciting, or heartbreaking, or particularly danceable, or, really much of anything. And it's, sadly, this feeling which characterizes much of the mini-album. It isn't that it isn't good. As a collection of songs it's diverse and has lots of pleasing moments, and if we were coming to the artists cold there's a good chance it'd come across differently. But we know what these artists can do separately. We've even had a glimpse of what they can do together, and when held up to that (and I'm not going to pretend it doesn't hurt me to say this) Do It Again just doesn't stand up.

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