As a summer gift he’s now provided us with not only one, but two magnificent pieces to indulge us in.
THE WEEKND THE HILLS + CAN’T FEEL MY FACE (Republic Records)
The twisted little world of Abel Tesfayne is slowly but surely spreading it’s radiance over the mainstream audience. After the ambitious mix tape trilogy and the wonderful official debut album Kiss Land two years ago, he has during the last six months been preparing us for a new album. The classy slow burner Earned it from the Fifty Shades of Grey-soundtrack, never quite got caught in my net, but he makes it up double time with his latest two releases.
Let’s start with The Hills. This amazing piece of music holds The Weeknd’s specific brand of darkness, horror and self destrutivness in its most distinct and beautiful way. As he sings – “When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me” – it’s clear he has no intentions of changing his ways from that place where he’s located himself. Then we have Can’t Feel My Face, which is co-penned amongst others with Swedish pop master Max Martin, The Weeknd channels not only his inner Michael Jackson, but also provides us with a surprisingly up-beat and glimmering pop track. But don’t be fooled, we’re still talking about The Weeknd. Which means that this ambiguous and magical song holds lyrics, that at first can be interpeted as a love song, but in reality actually has a much heavier and darker cord altogether. All according to the twisted and lovely world of The Weeknd.
Nevertheless, he has herefore delivered two enthralling and highly contagious tracks, as a promising starter to his new album.