![]() He sings of lust over love, filming all his sexual escapades and exchanging anything he can for sex. The latter sees him reaching filthier, darker heights than he ever has before. Everyone he meets only wants him for his fame and prestige, something he makes clear on Montreal and The Host. He treats others more like throwaways than ever before, desiring only physical contact. On Echoes of Silence he embraces it, knowing he can get what he wants whenever he wants it. ![]() On House of Balloons he regrets leaving the girl he loves for a different woman. ![]() He’s gotten darker, smoother and cares about no one but himself. He’s the undisputed king of his insular world. He embraces the debauchery, the dishonesty, the late nights and the drugs. Echoes of Silence is when he embraces what he has become with confidence. House of Balloons was the sound of a young man trapped in a world he thought he wanted and Thursday was the same man becoming desperate and torn. The Weeknd has come a long way since last winter. And despite a couple of missteps and the odd moment of doubt, I can’t remember the last time a series of three full-length records released this close together has captured me – and others – in the way that this has.įact Selects: Slauson Malone 1 – 'Voyager'įact Selects: Aphex Twin - 'Blackbox Life Recorder" dir.The Weeknd Echoes of Silence (Self-Released) It’s The Weeknd’s funeral song, and the death march not just to Echoes of Silence, but of this whole trilogy. The Weeknd’s sounded pathetic before, particularly on Thursday, but “baby please / will you end your night with me / don’t you leave me all behind / don’t you leave my little life” has to be as small and self-loathing as he’s sounded yet. If Thursday’s ‘Rolling Stone’ seemed reliant (“baby I got you / until you’re used to my face / and my mystery fades … so baby love me / until you won’t love me”), then ‘Echoes of Silence’ – a lament over languid piano that closes the mixtape – is something else. The most memorable moment here however, has to be the title track. Like ‘XO’, it takes a defining theme of the entire mixtape series and ramps it to its most extreme point yet. Post-production has always been as crucial to The Weeknd’s sound as Abel Tesfaye’s vocals, but ‘Initiation’ finds the relationship between the two as explicit and affecting as it’s ever been, with Tesfaye pitch-shifted to points where you could be listening to different people’s voices from a dark room (such as, you know, the scene of an orgy). And inevitably, The Weeknd’s there to take advantage.Īt the centre of Echoes of Silence is ‘Initiation’, one of the best songs that The Weeknd’s written to date. The song’s subject still “ain’t ready for her day shift”, but this time her mum’s crying in the next room after finding paraphernalia in her laundry. The first half of ‘XO’ deals in Polaroid snapshots of weed, Hennessy shots and booty calls – auto-pilot mode for The Weeknd at this point – but as it morphs into its second half, it turns its focus to the aftermath of House of Balloons‘ ‘Glass Table Girls’. Rather than running out of ideas, Echoes of Silence is the sound of The Weeknd continuing and concluding the dominant themes of the trilogy: sex, drugs and sadness. You wouldn’t have found it on House of Balloons, where every note seemed meticulously designed to keep up the album’s greyscale feel. There’s still tragedy at the heart of Echoes of Silence – its title track is the lowest that we’ve found The Weeknd’s yet – but for the most part, it finds him having more fun than on his previous records. At the end of ‘Same Old Song’, there’s a cameo by Three 6 Mafia’s Juicy J which is hilarious (“The Weeknd music make ladies’ panties get wet … spend that shit nigga, it’s Christmas”), but deliberately breaks up the flow and mood that the last five songs have set. It’s The Weeknd’s most playful, confident mixtape yet: the ‘Dirty Diana’ cover doesn’t bear much relation to what follows it, and appears to have been designed as more of a curio – a kind of false start a bonus track that appears before rather than after the rest of the record – than as a part of the record itself. There’s every chance that he could be, but Echoes of Silence isn’t the place to judge. Which begs the question that some have already asked: is The Weeknd running out of ideas? It opens with a cover of Michael Jackson’s ‘Dirty Diana’. It continues many of the themes found in its two predecessors, both musically, in the heavy reverb and drums that seem to have crucial parts of their body mass hollowed out, and lyrically – in fact, there’s a significant amount of specific lyrical references to lines from The Weeknd’s previous two mixtapes and his contributions to Drake’s recent sophomore album Take Care. Echoes of Silence is the third mixtape in The Weeknd’s acclaimed 2011 trilogy, following House of Balloons and Thursday.
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