Robyn

mittens and make you pie? Who sings like a Pound Puppy while agreeing to push your bail bonds when cash was tight? Who compresses the entirety of this year's Fannypack record into one 2:35 track?

Who exudes so much offhand sass she might strip the chrome off your bumper if she parked her "gifted, all-natural, and bursting the seams" keester on it? Robyn Carlsson gets confused with Robin S of "Show Me Love" fame. (Not helped by the fact that she also had a U.

S. top 10 called "Show Me Love.") But sunshine attitude charted as a welcome relief from, like, the Toadies and stuff.

She's disappeared from our radar for the past eight years-- as Euro record released this year. "You wanna rumble in my jungle?/ I'll take you Pole/ I'll ice you, son.

" Uh-oh! Over canned synbeats and zaps, she struts her stuff, castigating silly boys shit. "Who's That Girl" sez "no, no, no" like Destiny's Child to institutionalized sexism-- or something.

"Handle Me" tells bar star Okay, so "Robot Boy" is pretty much insufferable, a swerve too sickly for tongues. (Those nails she's sporting on the cover don't look designed for wiping tears and mending broken hearts.) But "Be Mine", which I blathered on about in the tracks section a few weeks ago, is a disarming heartbreaker perfectly poised between twee and tuff, like if Pete Wiggs and she's addressing is Lindsay Lohan, but yr mileage may vary) with added early Madonna quotes.

"Konichiwa Bitches" suffers from a bad Dave Chappelle joke a row. "Bum Like You" isn't a ballad, really, but it is slow and acoustic guitar driven. It's also nice to know that someone out there was willing to Robyn is already being called "this year's Annie," which is horseshit because she actually emotes.

And unlike the aforementioned Fannypack, she's got a range beyond "ripping off L'Trimm." Her pop fun is a bit knowing-- she's 26 after all. But trust the Swedes.

They know what they're doing with this sort of thing. Plus it's all over in 35 minutes. If you really worth it?

-- you'll appreciate this.