So, The Weeknd is back, son! Now, when I say he’s “back,” I’m talking about the moody dude who grabbed our attention in the first place. All I know is, every XO fan owes a debt of gratitude to Selena Gomez and Bella Hadid. On the real, I don’t know what happened in their respective relationships, but that guy is singing his ass off right now, man. All in all, the Abel Tesfaye on My Dear Melancholy, is the Abel that I’m a fan of, fam. On the real, he seems to be at his best when there’s pain involved, bruh.
Ok, before I continue, I need to check Selena Gomez for a second. Now, that girl needs to get the fuck outta here with her newfound activism, son. Frankly, I don’t want to hear about her March for Our Lives support when she shitted on the Black Lives Matter movement. Shit, I distinctly remember her saying that “hashtags don’t save lives.” So, now she’s a gun reform ally? Woman, sit the fuckity-fuck down, fam! Listen, hypocrisy doesn’t look good on anybody, man.
Moving on, when it comes to The Weeknd’s surprise EP, he’s out here spilling all of his feelings, bruh. Now, keeping it a buck, I’ve never been familiar with the tabloid fodder about his dealings with Gomez and Hadid. So, I can’t say for sure what lyrics are about who. By and by, I can only guess, son. With that being said, if Gomez is the muse behind “Call Out My Name,” then she deserves a cotdamn Grammy, man! I mean, that song alone is worth the price of admission, fam. In addition, “Wasted Times” and “I Was Never There” are certified jams, folks.
In the end, everyone needs to go check out the new music, son. Side bar, big ups to Frank Dukes, one of my favorite producers, for using his Midas touch, man. All I can say is, the beats are immaculate on this project, fam. Anyway, happy Friday and viva la great music! That is all. LC out.