Few releases this year will produce a more ecstatic collective eargasm amongst once-cool millennials than Sexistential: the long-awaited comeback from Robyn, her ninth studio album and something of a return from the wilderness after 2018's more idiosyncratic Honey (now described in promotional material as the proverbial "necessary" album). While the latter was hailed by critics and fans as a consummately sophisticated pop LP, it lacked the transcendent highs of her earlier work — especially the celebrated Body Talk albums — and it's an undeniable matter of public record that nobody chose to sing any of its songs in viral subway videos. Yes, friendly hopes for course-correction are fully met here. Sexistential is made up of nine tight electro-pop bangers that could have easily made up another Body Talk album (and likely will on most people's playlists), and while there's just the tiniest whiff of calculated intentionality to this choice, it's hard to imagine any fan not wanting to breathe deeply here. Time to party like it's 2010. With almost half the album in the wild already, it's a treat to find that some of its best material was held back. "Sucker for Love" is easily the most unique thing here for instance, a J-pop-referencing (Still Dreams anyone?) bop with a bouncing rhythm and side-scroller melody that was apparently repurposed from an idea circa Do It Again, Robyn's 2014 EP with Norwegian duo Röyksopp.  Those looking for new (or at least different) sounds and directions on Sexistential will likely deem it the highlight, and maybe even wish the album took more swings like it; at nine tracks, it's not like there wasn't space. That said, the title track — a hilariously on-brand rap about sex, pregnancy and IVF — is here to rouse you from your familiar hook-induced daze with zany rhymes about hentai and Adam Driver, inviting us to recall that she once rapped alongside Snoop Dogg in simpler times. The rest of the album is a similarly confident return to past strengths, with hit-master and fellow Swede Max Martin (of "Show Me Love" fame) even returning for two co-writes, the excellent single "Talk to Me" being one. Elsewhere, "It Don't Mean A Thing" nails the quintessential bittersweet emotions of all great Robyn songs, a looking-back-at-loves-past type that uses voicemail snippets for added pathos in ways that are very Fred Again...-coded these days (read: an overarching motif of recorded chatter lends the album identity). "Light Up" is full of pent-up energy that never quite explodes the way you might want it to, but closer "Into the Sun" is effortlessly great, delivering the album's final hook with authority. While there's arguably nothing here that will dethrone your favourite all-time Robyn tracks ("Call Your Girlfriend" forever wins the March Madness bracket, doesn't it?), a great many stand proudly amongst them — and for most fans, this is very much enough right now. In so clearly seeking to recapture a certain kind of early-millennial energy in its production and songwriting, Sexistential perhaps forfeits the potential to be its own thing in a way that Honey indisputably was. You can definitely still get some worthwhile jolts from chasing lightning though, even if they say it only strikes once.