ROBYN Sexistential (Konichiwa / Young) — More than seven long years have passed since Robyn’s last full-length studio effort, Honey, and it’s reasonable to say that the rest of the pop multiverse still hasn’t caught up with her. If that means she’s more playful than freshly revolutionary on her new release, Sexistential, it seems a reasonable enough approach for a modern legend to take. Robyn allows herself the freedom to get a little goofy, as when the hip hop–adjacent title cut veers into lusty talk about a certain Hollywood actor: “So I was about to go have a kid on my own/ And then my doctor said, ‘Now, Robyn, who would be your dream donor?’/ Well, Adam Driver always did kinda give me a boner/ She like, ‘Yeah, wasn’t he great in Don’t Mess With The Zohan?'” Even as she often flexes her established mastery of glittering, glorious dance music — most notably on the exquisite single “Dopamine” — it’s the weird experimentation that stands out, whether the little tang of distortion that adds texture to “It Don’t Mean a Thing” or the way the burbling “Really Real” goes from a feigned phone conversation with her mom to essentially fritzing out with a spark explosion of sonic ideas. There are all sorts of ways for Robyn to dance on her own. Sexperience the following tracks: “Blow My Mind,” “Talk to Me,” and “Into the Sun”

LIME GARDEN Maybe Not Tonight (So Young) — Lime Garden are being literal with the last word of Maybe Not Tonight, the title of their new album. According to the U.K. band, this new full-length is a concept album of sorts, depicting a full night out for a person in their mid-twenties. Even without knowing the plot, the story of the the dissatisfaction endemic to young adulthood is piercingly clear across the thirty minutes of indie-rock goodness found here. Album opener “23” is slick, cool, and casually propulsive, and “All Bad Parts” is punchy and sassy, like a scruffier version of the downbeat wonders found on Billie Eilish’s first album. If dejection can be found in the lyrics, there’s also a heady dose of shoulder-straightened power. The title cut has a headstrong qualities that’s as intoxicating as a row of shots at the bar: “Don’t try me, I’m not into faking/ I’m not really into what you’re giving or you’re taking.” The playing of the band is tight and freewheeling at the same time; just take in in the lithe, gnarled “Always Talking About You” to get a sense of their pleasing contradictions. In terms of the tunes pressed into the tracks, this is a good, good night. Definitely give these a listen: “Cross My Heart,” “Downtown Lover,” “Lifestyle,” and “Undressed.”