The Weeknd’s career can often feel like a grand, winking joke. Think about the bullet points of Abel Tesfaye’s decade-long run to this point: A lurid, distressed debut mixtape that made sex jams out of Cocteau Twins and Beach House samples.
A pair of No. 1 singles that leaned on, respectively, a heavy cocaine metaphor and three-second slabs of harsh noise. A record made with Daft Punk, which carved out daytime radio ubiquity despite doubling down on the cocaine-and-light-choking aesthetic of records past with a title track that sounded more like Matthew Dear than Discovery.
A cameo playing himself in a film by indie auteurs du jour Josh and Benny Safdie in which he gets in a fistfight with Adam Sandler.
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