She's on rum old form on 'Handle Me', her follow-up tune, taking it upon herself to put a very arrogant young man in his place. "You're a selfish narcissistic psycho freakin' boot-lickin' Nazi creep," she tells him. "And you can’t handle me." Spitting out put-downs over a tack-sharp musical backdrop that blends folky guitar strums, muscular hip-hop beats and a multiplicity of sci-fi blips, Robyn sounds as if she's been beamed in from Mars. In the best possible way, of course.








