So, this happened.

The other day Robyn did live lounge again, because the gods are smiling on her and clearly someone at Radio 1 still has good taste (lord knows it can only be one person because 90% of the stuff on the playlist right now is ear-breakingly horrid). She performed a rather hesitant "Call Your Girlboy" that didn't particularly improve on the studio version (where was the synth sexplosion in the bridge? She should have recreated it vocally at a quarter of the speed and in the style of baroque devotional music... no...? Only us?) but she also did a cover of a Coldplay song...

*epic tumbleweed made of crickets cascades silently across entire world and then back the other way 3 times*

Yeah, Coldplay aren't... popular in these parts. We mean, some of their songs are aesthetically pleasing (until Chris Martin starts singing) but we can never ever seem to get around their trite, earnest, straightwhitemiddleclassman musical preaching. All that guff about lights and stuff because they have no life experience to draw on so epic rock clichés are the meal of the day.

Anyway Robyn made the song not only sound bearable but sound pretty increds too. We even went and listened to the original in case it was any good but we can't get Robyn's imitable vocals out of our head. She, in X Factor speak, MADE IT HER OWN. Well, she enticed it behind the sheds, stripped it naked and showed it the time of its melancholy life, thus, making it her own bitch. WHAAAAAAAAT. BUUUUUUUUURN. NO YOU DI'UNT.

Anyway it was good.