I’m a strong believer that The Weeknd only came on the scene so that he could provide a soundtrack for come-down fuck-meets. His House of Balloons mixtape provided just the right amount of sparse emotion needed to coax a post-drinks hang-out into a wet hug. It sounded beautiful, but, spiked with an injection of infidelity.His new visuals play off a similar aesthetic, as Abel reminisces over lost love whilst enduring a television interview. However, whilst thinking about a ghostly mirage of a girl in his bedroom, he’s also fantasising about two scantily clad women dancing for him. You know, Mr Week(e)nd, that’s probably the reason your girl is sitting at home alone, if you’re gon’ leave her for strip clubs then she’s gon’ leave you.