Saturday 19 Apr

Odyssey of the mind

Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey 

with Culture Cinematic and ADDverse Effects

9 p.m. Friday

Twisted Root Gallery

3012 N. Walker Ave.



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Frndz with benefits

Boyfrndz with Bored Wax and The Hitt Boyz

9 p.m. Sunday

Blue Note Lounge

2408 N. Robinson Ave.



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Saddle up

Horse Thief with Deerpeople and Pageantry

8:30 p.m. Friday

ACM@UCO Performance Lab

329 E. Sheridan Ave.



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High heaven

Glow God with Weed, Feral Future and Power Pyramid

7 p.m. Friday

Capitol House


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Darkened tones

Chevelle with Nothing More and Middle Class Rut

6:30 p.m. Monday

Diamond Ballroom

8001 S. Eastern Ave.



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The Weeknd — Echoes of Silence

The best trilogy since ‘Lord of the Rings.’ At least in the field of eerie, Canadian R&B.

Matt Carney January 5th, 2012

Two leering, damaged R&B mixtapes in and I was nearly certain that provocative Toronto collective The Weeknd (the brainchild of remarkable singer Abel Tesfaye) had exhausted its scuzzy-production-and-luxurious pop-voice-singing-about-banging-groupies shtick.


Not so fast!

Echoes of Silence” continues with the cadre of really sad characters (such as the poor girl working “for your face-lift” on “XO/The Host”) in really sad, sexually exploitive situations spelled out on The Weeknd’s first two mixtapes, without adding many new elements to that signature hazy, narcotized atmosphere of industrial beats and queasy samples. Being less shocking than the initial listening, it’s easier to break these very intricate songs down, both lyrically and structurally, thereby anchoring the listener in what began as a turbulent environment.

If “Glass Table Girls” and “Life of the Party” were the hot singles produced by mixtapes No. 1 and No. 2 (the excellent, unexpected “House of Balloons” and the slightly less-than-above-average, much more expected “Thursday”), then “D.D.” is probably the catchiest, most explosive entry in the entire trilogy.

Unfortunately for Mr. Tesfaye, however, it’s a cover of one of Michael Jackson’s slew of No. 1 hits, 1998’s “Dirty Diana.” The 21-year-old’s version is excellent, but for most of the same reason Jackson’s is. There’s that explosive snarl in his voice when the narrator announces his intent of conquest, and Jennifer Batten’s shredding, melodic guitar is replaced by an eerie chorus of backup “ooh”s and “aah”s, which increase the song’s paranoia at the cost of “Diana”’s original catchiness.

The album grinds to an unexpected stop from its nasty, bumping pace at the end of “XO/The Host,” shifting up into the genuinely disturbing “Initiation,” which sounds like what I imagine taking Adderall and reading freaky Wikipedia entries would be like. The scene feels so detailed and real that it again begs the question if this is some evil fantasy or rooted in some sleazy-underside-to-pop-glamor existence.

“Same Old Song” starts right off all accusatory, just like the bulk of the rest of The Weeknd’s music. What makes this project so psychologically demented (and subsequently compelling) is the narcotic tint to the lyricism, which depicts so many damaged lifestyles and how truly screwed up their mutual dependence (most notably between the pop star and his groupies) is. It’s an impressive testament that Tesfaye can pull a line as trite as “Baby don’t go home / I don’t want to spend tonight alone” on the final track, “Echoes of Silence,” and not only sound completely convincing, but even touching in a sad, desperate sort of way.

It’s an appropriately depressing end to the menacing, sad party that “High for This” began on the “House of Balloons” mixtape. Just don’t listen to all three in a row unless you’re looking for the kind of good time that invites a mess of regret in the morning.

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