lack of interviews, careful social media management and some choice tumbling are followed by the news that two more albums would drop before the close of 2011, causing the internet to go into meltdown. The Weeknd ended last year as one of the brightest musical hopes: three albums out but no actual paid-for product...yet. As modern success stories go, it's up there with Dyson and now, almost 18 months later with a major label deal in hand, we're seeing the three albums -- let's not call them mixtapes -- packaged as one Trilogy with three extra tracks to boot, one at the end of each original release. Taken together, the 30 track collection is a more fantastical cousin to Kanye West 's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy that other great modern self-examination of celebrity, ego, lifestyle and the male psyche. There's more theatricality here though, a greater sense of fiction, even a pantomime musicality that we haven't seen since the likes of My Chemical Romance 's The Black Parade (and it wouldn't surprise me for a moment if someone decided to stage an off-broadway adaptation of Trilogy ). New Order 's Bernard Sumner once said that his songs often dealt with a place where one is torn between doing the right thing and the wrong thing. Where the urge to nest, raise children and become a responsible human being is matched by temptation, an excess unbound by morality and restraint. Tesfaye's world is more purgatorial but comes from a similar