The Weeknd is one of those artist that the bigger he has gotten, the less I have liked him. I feel as if he has become more of a caricature of himself. BUT, this compilation album was him at his best and most true. He samples Beach House and Souxie and the Banshees, covers MJ, gives a nod to Cocteau Twins. There’s a depth to these albums that is lacking with his mainstream success. I love when an album really creates an atmosphere and brings me into the world of it, and he does that flawlessly. This is the closest I’ll get to his specific flavor of drugs, partying, and strippers, and I relish in it.
