He's the breakout pop star of 2015, but who exactly is the Weeknd? It's complicated
When the Weeknd came to the Straz Center in Tampa two years ago, we wrote:
"Tesfaye’s angsty, confessional songs fit his stage presence, which brims with barely constrained sexual tension, as opposed to a singer like Miguel, whose act is all over-the-top machismo. But that’s not to say The Weeknd was passionless — he bounced and pounced and made sweet pillow talk to the crowd, promising, in so many words, to give the crowd three — eh, go ahead, make it four — aural orgasms by the end of High For This. (Mercy!)"
It was that great a show. And now that the Weeknd is the breakout pop star of 2015, with a blockbuster concert Thursday at Amalie Arena in Tampa (click here for details), it's time we revisit his mysterious double persona.
When you look at the Weeknd, do you see the fuzzy, frizzy Michael Jackson acolyte behind inescapable disco-pop jam Can't Feel My Face? Or do you see the brooding, sexually domineering satyr behind the deliberately abrasive (and also somehow inescapable) smash The Hills?
For more on the Weeknd and his concert in Tampa, click here.