The Weeknd is unfortunately anodyne as a massive pop star. The sound is too well defined, the look is too safe and the edges are all gone. This is still the greatest male vocalist of all time and he is bigger now than he ever was and yet the music just doesn’t have the impact it once had.
His spectacular talent is enough to carry the occasional chunk of the album. He uses his voice to great effect in “Cry For Me” and in “Open Hearts,” songs that highlight his vocal range while simultaneously maintaining propulsion. He does very well in “Timeless” and uses Playboy Carti for an interesting wrinkle.
However, at no point does he muster the memorable images and lines from his earlier work and much of the music here is just pastiche of his better music. “Opening Night” is well in his comfort zone, it’s just uninteresting. “Sao Paolo” brings in new sounds but moves too slowly to be much better.
A few singles can’t really make up for a padded album and the singles aren’t as strong as they once were. I want more from superstars than this.
