In this young century, no artist has had a better grip on the intertwined duality of the party and the after-party, and how the promise of night curdles in the daylight, than the Weeknd. He’s known his turf since the beginning,

The Weeknd has crafted a musical experience that makes you want to hit the dance floor while simultaneously striking an emotional core that most artists struggle to reach.

On what might be his last album as the Weeknd, Abel Tesfaye revisits much of the sonic and thematic territory that has defined his career, singing of his darker impulses and debauchery over moody synth-pop beats.