We are still dealing with the performance at the half-time of the weekend
The Weeknd performed the Super Bowl halftime show. I honestly have a hard time dealing with this; I refuse to even try to embellish it. The weekend. The Super Bowl halftime show. He played it. He played a bunch of songs about cocaine and insignificant sex. What the hell, man. The Weeknd kicked off with two straight songs with F-bombs in the chorus (“Starboy” and “The Hills,” respectively) during the Super Bowl halftime show. The Weeknd performed “House of Balloons” (but not “Glass Table Girls”! Such restraint!) During the Super Bowl halftime show; The Weeknd performed “Can’t Feel My Face” during the Super Bowl halftime show. This one is additional about cocaine. He performed the song on S&M du Fifty shades of Grey soundtrack. His voices were often mixed up so low that it’s possible he did the verse “Hills” with the line “I just fucked two bitches before I saw you” in it and I narrowly missed it. Pepsi authorized this; Pepsi sponsored this. I liked his shoes. The weekend. The Super Bowl halftime show. We’re going to go through this together.
The Pepsi brand is funny because The Weeknd is really more of a coke guy
– Tom Breihan (@tombreihan) February 8, 2021
What a decade Abel Tesfaye has had, however: not quite 10 years after March 2011 Balloon house, Weeknd’s first semi-anonymous mixtape, ignited what used to be called the blogosphere, he was there, still rocking the fucking red costume and order the stage (I’m saying this for the last time) at the Pepsi Super Bowl halftime and feasting tens of millions of delighted viewers with his lively rendition of (last time for this, too) “House of Balloons” . No special guest whatsoever: not even Daft Punk to host “Starboy” or “I Feel It Coming”. (I was really hoping Ariana Grande would show up to do “Love Me Harder,” but she probably would have eclipsed it.) Just a medium charisma megastar and her weird Robot Chorus and her giant fireworks and benches. of blinding lights and his army of look-alikes dressed in red and bandaged over their faces and his hits pop on (maybe not the last time) petty sex and cocaine.
Hey, he beat the hell out of Maroon 5. The truth is, the Weeknd, for all the comically unlikely pop hits he’s been unlikely to have in the past 10 years, never quite got all the charisma: He is by meticulous anti-pop star design a moral absence, a soul-choking void, a low-powered malaise. He’s got the dance moves of a guy who really wishes he could walk on the moon but can’t; despite all of his nimble and lascivious vocal dexterity, he doesn’t have a show-stopping voice at the Super Bowl halftime but can create the climax of “Earned It” (that’s the song by S&M) for it. sounds like it might. His stage – adorned first with the Robot Choir, then with a living human orchestra / choir / whatever generates some of the boil that by stylistic definition he conspicuously lacks – was located at one end of the pitch. , without the usual group of super-enthusiasts. the frontline fans who always looked fake as hell but always helped fake some Big Event energy anyway. The sight of other people having fun would have ruined the illusion.
And so he came out with other stuff. He retreated into the blindly lit crack of the stage he came out of and moved around a bit with all those doppelgängers dressed in red and bandaged over their faces during ‘Can’t Feel My Face’, the camera went on. is indeed sunk into his face and turned. dizzily. The claustrophobia and dizziness and chaos of the Zoom debacle fit in well with the moment, it has to be said. Memes have already started.
And then, at the climax, he ran out onto the field with all of his buddies and led a fiery chant of (my apologies, but I’ll say it again) “House of Balloons,” aka, the song just before “Glass Table Girls. ” It is / A happy house / We are happy here / In a happy house. This song is about cocaine; this song is about fucking Tom Brady winning his 14th Super Bowl. What a strange mixture of party and evil; what a terrific PG presentation of a hard-R-rated songbook. The Weeknd’s (!! ??) Super Bowl halftime show climaxed and ended with “Blinding Lights,” the ecstatic and nauseous and ultra-poppy and sinister hit that dominated a 2020 that has us all. dominated. It made perfect sense on this scene from a business standpoint, from a graphical standpoint, from a running numbers standpoint; of any sort of lyrical perspective or carefully read content, it made absolutely no sense on this stage. But this year of all the years, the incongruity of the Weeknd, its blatant inaccuracy, did it just right.