An r’n'b album with few equals in terms of narrational ambition, Trilogy doesn’t just expose or subvert the womanising male archetype of modern r’n'b, it destroys it, by rendering it quaintly one-dimensional.
However wasted an opportunity it is as an introduction to The Weeknd, Trilogy is still a staggering, near-perfect portrait of hedonism’s inherent depravity and bareness.
Tesfaye’s songwriting is pure gold: simple at the core but teased out by The Weekend’s production team into something entirely new and exciting, sometimes sensual but always interesting.
Slinky sounds, sultry elegance, slow pianos, echoes, raw and aggressive, all of this is found on Trilogy. This is a versatile album and hard to get bored of.
It's an exhausting journey, dark and disturbing with little respite, but in the end when those last chords fade away and you're left with the echoes ringing in your ears, it's a journey that's worth taking.
This is some of the the best music of the young decade; judging by its already pervasive influence, it's safe to say Trilogy (or at least House of Balloons) will be one of those records that will be viewed as a turning point when we look at the 2010s as a whole.
Trilogy takes one of the more singular bodies of work of the new decade and gives it a very modern bout of premature re-evaluation, image curating and real-time mythologizing
Trilogy reminds you how striking and singular Tesfaye’s work is, as he infuses songs with melancholic, wistful, muted moods and captures the listlessness and ennui that often lurks behind the hedonism.
Trilogy does remove some of the Weeknd's mystique – lyrical formulae become apparent, and examples of engaging melody recede as the collection advances. Whatever its limits, however, Trilogy remains a striking piece of work.
If we are to consider this compilation as a single document, then it’s a document of this limited, albeit mesmerizing, facet of the Weeknd’s persona.
As a comprehensive document of a specific moment in time, Trilogy is untouchable.
If only it had that kind of focus. The disparate releases are as oil and water as ever, with a new song on each disc that doesn’t fit at all
Now that he's with a label, he'll hopefully get some kind of filter that enables him to fulfill the promise heard in these 160 minutes of one-dimensional, occasionally exhilarating overindulgence ... His potential is as obvious as his lyrics are toxic.
The Trilogy collects three of the Toronto singer’s 2011 mixtapes, but some editing might have better introduced him to the world outside Tumblr.
While it may be a bit of a slog to get through as a whole as each mixtape gets increasingly more hedonistic and self-indulgent, in this compilation's peaks Abel was able to strike gold on the first try with his sound that so many alt R&B artists for the later part of the 2010s would try to imitate but never successfully duplicate.
House of Balloons: 81.8/100
Favorites: The Morning, What You Need, House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
Least Favorites: Twenty Eight, The Party & The After ... read more
The majority of the songs I liked on every single mixtape, but there are certain songs I just cannot like. It is a very good project to say the least.
Truly beautiful vocals from the weekend and some amazing tracks here that I'm constantly playing on repeat, with the exception of a few tracks this is an incredibly constant album and the quality never drops, highly recommend it if you've yet to hear it, for rnb fans its definitely a must-listen. (IMHO)
gonna say the same thing I did for the ghost pop tape remaster here
i prefer the sounds of the original mixtapes than these remastered versions
ESPECIALLY the songs from Echoes of Silence
this is probably a hot take but if the added songs (twenty eight, valerie, till dawn) were on the original mixtapes they wouldve ruined them for me
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