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“All I’ve is my legacy,” Abel Tesfaye sings over the funereal opening bars of “Wake Me Up”. Produced by French digital pioneers Justice, it’s a scene-setting second for what, it quickly emerges, is the Canadian artist’s most formidable challenge to this point – a characteristic film-length album that supposedly serves as the ultimate chapter for his enigmatic alter-ego The Weeknd. Later this 12 months, he’ll star reverse Wednesday actor Jenna Ortega and Saltburn’s Barry Keoghan in an precise characteristic movie impressed by this file – a psychological thriller underpinned by his stressed, sprawling rating.
A famous cinephile, Tesfaye has at all times included movie influences into his work. His debut album, 2013’s culture-shifting Kiss Land, tapped into the type of jittery, menacing paranoia that administrators reminiscent of John Carpenter or David Cronenberg made their calling card. Hurry Up Tomorrow’s predecessor, 2022’s Daybreak FM, enlisted Jim Carrey as a creepy radio host and borrowed the tagline of 1987’s Much less Than Zero (“It solely appears to be like like the great life”) for his observe of the identical identify.
Hurry Up Tomorrow, although, is the primary album of Tesfaye’s that truly feels like a film, scored by his trademark maelstrom of digital and R&B. The third and last instalment of his After Hours “trilogy”, it has supporting characters (Brazilian celebrity Anitta, Florence and the Machine, rappers Future, Travis Scott and Playboi Carti), props (the abrupt ring of a phone and rattle of ice in a whisky glass on “Reflections Laughing”), and a personality arc that casts Tesfaye in his most popular position: the brooding, mysterious anti-hero.
The 34-year-old has beforehand prompt Hurry Up Tomorrow was impressed, partly, by a traumatic incident that passed off in 2022. Rising onstage in Inglewood, California, he known as out to the group: “Hey, Los Angeles!” His voice cracked. When Tesfaye tried to sing his subsequent line, nothing got here out. Footage of the second exhibits the shocked artist, wanting near tears as his followers erupted into their very own howls of dismay. The present was cancelled. These screams will be heard right here within the transition from a quick interlude (“I Can’t F***ing Sing”) into the juddering “São Paulo”, probably impressed by final 12 months’s triumphant live-streamed stadium present in Brazil.
Half the time, you don’t know if Tesfaye is singing to a lover or personifying his difficult relationship with fame, that merciless mistress. “Are you actual or are you an phantasm?/ Cos I really feel your love’s my delusion,” he asks on “Wake Me Up”, then, on “Reflections Laughing”, alludes to the strain on his shoulders: “I will not make a sound/ Blood on the bottom/ After they take my crown/ In the event that they take my crown.”
Although born and raised within the Toronto suburbs by his mom and grandmother, Tesfaye has at all times appeared magnetised by the darkish attract of Los Angeles – its hypocrisies, its vainness, its strangeness. He delayed the album’s launch because of the current wildfires, with proceeds from the observe “Take Me Again to LA” going in direction of a charity offering emergency meals help to these affected.
The track in query nods once more to that doomed Inglewood present (“my voice cracking after we scream”). It’s actually deliberate that his voice, with its Michael Jackson-influenced melisma, is at its most supple. In the meantime, Tesfaye appears to yearn for these early Home of Balloons days of releasing mix-tapes from a spot of anonymity: “Take me again to a spot/ The place the snow would fall on my face/ And I miss my metropolis lights/ I left too younger.”
The transitions listed here are outstanding; skipping a single observe feels akin to leaping three chapters in a novel. The Giorgio Moroder-indebted synths of “Take Me Again to LA” soften into, effectively… Giorgio Moroder on the synths for “Large Sleep”. Tesfaye pushes the pedal down on “Drive” and sends himself plummeting into “The Abyss”, an ornate flurry of glissando piano notes that fall just like the snow of his beloved Toronto. Quick-forward and also you threat lacking a shock cameo, from Lana Del Rey’s spectral cries to the attractive pattern of Nina Simone’s “Wild is the Wind” on “Given Up on Me”.
It will be simple to dismiss this album as indulgent – notably after Tesfaye gave everybody the collective ick in HBO’s ludicrous misfire of a collection The Idol – however Hurry Up Tomorrow is spectacular for its ambition alone. So many pop stars in Tesfaye’s multi-billion-streaming, Grammy-winning, stadium-selling place would have tried to placate followers with an album stuffed filled with ready-made hits.
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“Fame is a illness,” he declares on “Drive”, having earlier confessed: “I simply wanna die after I’m at my f***ing peak.” By the title observe, closing out the album on brighter (nonetheless Eighties-coded) piano chords, he sounds resolved: “So burn me along with your mild/ I’ve no extra fights left to win.” Then, a really startling second as Tesfaye gives probably the most private lyrics of his profession to this point: “I took a lot greater than their lives/ They took a chunk of me/ And I have been tryin’ to fill that void that my father left/ So nobody else abandons me, I’m sorry.” If this really is the final Weeknd album, you might hardly hope for a greater finale. Roll credit.