Is there any emotion that Robyn cannot drag onto the dancefloor?! If Dancing on my Own was a mental breakdown in heels and a sequin-encrusted leotard, tears of glitter rolling down sweaty cheeks, then this strobe-doused version of Hang With Me gives us all the hope that we can dance again. It's a hesitant commitment, one that warns "don't fall recklessly, headlessly in love with me" but assures "if you keep it tight, I'm gonna confide in you."
It's only guilty feet that've got no rhythm after all, and Robyn's got nothing to feel guilty about with this blissfully feel good anthem. Should've known this minx wouldn't be dancing alone for long.