![]() The brainchild of Toronto singer Abel Tesfaye, the project took off in 2011 with a string of mixtapes (later collected as 2012’s Trilogy) that forged cavernous, falsetto-driven R&B with narratives drenched in drugs, sex, and other regrettable decisions-a sound both sensuous and detached, featherlight and dead heavy. ![]() Even the singer’s sunniest tracks (“Can’t Feel My Face,” “Starboy”) feel anchored by darkness-the sense that pleasure is pain and beauty decays and you can’t have the night without the morning after. Nobody makes feeling bad sound as good as The Weeknd.
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