EP still finds Glover all over the place stylistically, but everything seems more fleshed out as the brevity lends to its vitality.
It is able to deftly blend the vividness and conviction of a protest album with all of the yearning of what just has to be a genuine patriotic outcry.
Whatever Humbug lacks in middle fingers, or even thematic continuity, it makes up for with sinister gazes and scathing ambiguities.
Filled with bounce, bite and surprising cohesion, Post-Nothing is a deceptive little piece that is as much fun as it is subversive.
Feed the Animals, while perhaps not as fresh as Night Ripper, is a sweaty, neon-lit, seizure-inducing, off-the-wall delight.
Chemistry is a natural and seamless masterpiece that might never have happened but for the band's own need to thumb its nose at expectations.
While rich in sonic playfulness, Fasciination is hit or miss in a very disappointing way.
While the band's debut, Apologies to the Queen Mary, was bold and quirky, At Mount Zoomer is cautiously quiet and silently sinister.
Really, the most impressive thing about Robyn is just how timeless it is proving to be.