This. Was. Anticipated.
In House of Balloons, The Weeknd crafted one of the best debut albums I’ve ever heard, and certainly my favorite R&B album of all time (granted, I’m not that into R&B). It was dark and tortured and even though those are overused terms in music criticism today, I really mean them. You got an inherent sense of character from that record, and it wasn’t always pretty but it damn well always sounded great. The Weeknd is both the weekend and the weakened, with both sides feeding off of each other. House of Balloons was music for the glamorous lifestyle, with all of a young star’s parties and women, but it was supposed to to be listened to the next morning, when you’re hungover and ashamed.
I haven’t listened to Thursday yet, but I’m extremely excited to start it. Let me know what you think when you do.