Really Real Lyrics – Robyn | from “Sexistential”

This opener, co-written and produced by Robyn alongside Klas Åhlund, Joseph Mount, and Jonathan Bates, dives headfirst into the album’s pulse: that unapologetic sensuality where desire isn’t just heat, it’s a lifeline.

Picture shimmering synths from Mount’s Metronomy playbook weaving through Åhlund’s crisp pop edges and Bates’ subtle bass throbs—pure Robyn electro-pop, but evolved, with jazzy undercurrents and vocal layers that feel like whispered secrets in a crowded club. It’s less about heartbreak anthems and more a cheeky nod to staying “horny for life,” as she put it in that Rolling Stone chat—grappling with the thrill of real connection in a world that numbs it out. No full lyrics out yet, but teasers hint at euphoric hooks chasing that elusive “really real” spark, the kind that crashes through existential fog like a spaceship re-entry. It’s her creative direction at peak form: vulnerable yet victorious, blending ’90s club nostalgia with 2026’s introspective glow.

Sexistential itself? It’s Robyn reclaiming the fragments she’s scattered across collabs and theater scores since 2018’s Honey—nine tracks of sensual philosophy, from the dopamine-rush banger “Dopamine” (out now with its glitchy video) to the flirty “Sucker For Love” and the title track she debuted live at that wild NYE Brooklyn Paramount gig. The full tracklist—Really Real, Dopamine, Blow My Mind, Sucker For Love, It Don’t Mean A Thing, Talk To Me, Sexistential, Light Up, Into The Sun—feels like a crash-landed party manifesto, pulling in writers like Max Martin and producers like Oscar Holter for that signature shine. Recorded in Stockholm and LA bursts, it’s her boldest swing at weaving sex, self, and survival into something cosmic yet grounded—no big concept album rigidity, just Robyn unpacking the joke-turned-truth of the title.

She’s dropping this at her most unfiltered peak, eight years post-Honey’s quiet storm, fresh off sold-out residencies and those Charli XCX tour openers that had fans chanting her name like gospel. The Swedish icon who turned “Dancing On My Own” into a global ache is back, hornier and wiser, proving pop can philosophize without losing the beat. X is already ablaze with lyric video shares and pre-sale hauls, that Pitchfork-announced double single drop (“Dopamine” and “Talk To Me”) sending streams soaring overnight.