The breakup EP as exorcism: My Dear Melancholy, strips The Weeknd back to the House of Balloons shadows after two albums of pop daylight — "Call Out My Name"'s scorched falsetto pleading over Frank Dukes' dirge. Six tracks, no filler, genuine wounds. The fan-service move that doubled as his most honest release in years.
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