The Weeknd Sings About Love and Sex, Again

The Weeknd Sings About Love and Sex, Again

Alternative R&B Pop R&B
The Weeknd
My Dear Melancholy
Sad and Sexy

If there’s anything The Weeknd wants you to know, it’s that he’s sad and loves sex. In his new six-song EP My Dear Melancholy, many of Abel Tesfaye’s songs sound like a mix of tracks extended from his last album Starboy, without the features, and his first album set Trilogy.

Nevertheless, he still has some noteworthy producers up his sleeve, including Mike Will Made-It and Gesaffelstein, who is known for working with artists like A$AP Rocky and producing Kanye West’s “Black Skinhead”. Being that the total amount of track time is so short, it has been debated whether it is an EP or just a short album. Spotify even listed My Dear Melancholy, under The Weeknd’s list of singles.

The first half of his 21-minute album sparks some interest, with the dramatic opening of “Call Out My Name,” followed by the mysterious and promiscuous “Try Me” that could be another feature in the 50 Shades soundtrack or hint at the deep house R&B tracks on his first album that gave The Weeknd his fame.

Despite its short length, the sound of each track slowly seems to merge into one another and by track 4 it all sounds like the same song, with the exception of a few extra sound effects. “I Was Never There” and “Hurt You” even feature the same sample of a siren in the intro, although they are layered in slightly different ways. Track 3, “Wasted Times,” is the last moment of excitement before the second half dives more into what feels like Tesfaye trying to find every possible way to express his struggle between love and sadness. This isn’t to say he finds some clever ways of saying it: one line from his song “Privilege” cries, “I’ve got two red pills to take the blues away.” Some lines are ambiguously between being cliche or brutally honest: “I’ve come to put myself between your lips / Not between your heart.” But being part cliché, part lustful and part honest is typically what Tesfaye has come to be known for.

While My Dear Melancholy hasn’t stepped out from being anything groundbreaking from The Weeknd’s established style, anyone who is already a fan is likely going to enjoy it. It can come off as an erratic, erotic medley of unreleased songs, but nevertheless resonates with both old-school Weeknd fans in addition to listeners who have only been around since Starboy. The future of Tesfaye’s music direction is currently up in the air, for better or worse, but only time will tell what The Weeknd truly has up his sleeve.