In an interview with VMAN, Tesfaye remarked that Amharic would “definitely be key on this next record.” The album goes on, you’ve all heard it by now. More tracks.īy this point I’m confident this album was made for white girls doing travel abroad in Europe, I can very clearly imagine the dim lighting punctuated with strobe lights, off-beat dancing, creepy Parisian dudes lurking in the background.
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If you listen closely you can hear Travis Scott in the background fucked up off multiple drugs, lightly mumbling to the beat of codeine masquerading as harmonizing through multiple layers of autotune.
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“True Colors” sees Tesfaye crooning in a Michael Jackson-esque voice over a '90s R&B-influenced beat that Aaliyah or Usher might have sang on. The second track, “Party Monster,” which espouses similar themes, sleeping around, but Oh snap, what’s this chick’s name, has Tesfaye singing uninspired lyrics, “I'm the realest, she said I'm the realest/ Head be genius, dick game be the meanest.” Side note: A moratorium on lines about comparing good fellatio to intellectual prowess should be enacted. There is little complexity within the dizzying back and forth, a tired and frankly misogynistic trope, one that Tesfaye has done seven too many times. He is the bad boy, the guy who sleeps around, but is looking for love, but is also not looking for love, maybe she’s the one, nah, it’s a “False Alarm,” you can’t trust these hoes, is a heavy drinker, has a preoccupation with dick sizes and expensive cars, but this so called Starboy is ultimately overdone and boring. Tesfaye says that “Starboy” is a fictional character, one partially based on himself. The song’s narrative, as most on the album are, boil down to a wealthy and glorified fuck boy who offers what he assumes are deep lyrics about relationships that instead come across as empty and often offensive ramblings sung over overproduced beats. The Abel Curse, Abel and I call it, the patriarchy others might say. The first words sung on the album are, “I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah.” And, by god, that is exactly what Tesfaye or “Starboy” is attempting to do to the women he encounters, perhaps this is where Abel and I are similar. The album opens with the title track, a sinister, almost evil, sound. In a since deleted tweet, Wizkid wrote, “Lol fraud nigga!”ġ8 tracks and over an hour long Starboy deals, primarily with love, women, relationships, drugs, fame, over-the-top consumption, alcohol, and lots of cocaine.
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The album’s title, upon its announcement, drew comparisons to the Nigerian musician Wizkid, who's been using the name for himself and his label. Multiple years and albums later, Abel Tesfaye released his third studio album, Starboy. Ya boy was moved to postmodern tears and shit.
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I’m at a party, multiple liquors are consumed, vodka then whiskey, sounds good, aye bruh, throw some gin in my beer, haha, idgaf, call the ex, nah, nah, alright fuck it, aye, we haven’t talked in a minute but can you come get me, what, naw, I ain’t drunk, really, you think i’m fucking drunk, vomit, stumbling, my spins got the spins, homies have to pick me up, put me in the car, my boy takes me to his apartment, and bruh, don’t call your ex, puts me on the couch, throws a blanket over me, I wake up, hungover but still drunk, walk to the bus stop, my eyes hurting from how bright the sun is, headphones in my ear, I put on my light skin doppleganger, him singing about partying and fucked up relationships and being fucked up in that beautiful voice and I stood there waiting for that bus that was supposed to be there twenty minutes ago and I got it. The on-and-off kind, the type of relationship that fucks you up, piece by piece, but you both keep going back to it in moments of delusion, thinking, maybe, if you do this or they do that, it’s salvageable, but it ain’t, but you still do.