Hurry Up Tomorrow

Pitchfork 7.8/10 Abel Tesfaye gives his sordid, heartbroken pop-star persona a long, opulent finale: He’s going out on top by hitting rock bottom.

The Needle Drop 8/10 A grand finish to Abel's latest trilogy.

NME 4/5 Abel Tesfaye has hinted this record could mark the end of his world-conquering alter ego. If that’s true, his sixth album makes for a fitting and intriguing swansong.

Rolling Stone 3.5/5 Clocking in at nearly 90 minutes, the 22-track Hurry Up Tomorrow is by turns dazzling and frustrating, with moments of lyrical clarity and sonic density that stand out amidst the heavy-hearted reflections and even heavier synths.

The Independent 5/5 It would be easy to dismiss this 22-track album as indulgent – but the Canadian artist born Abel Tesfaye has created a fitting and astonishingly ambitious final score for his brooding alter-ego.

All Music 3/5 Hurry Up Tomorrow achieves its objective of ceremoniously ending the Weeknd. It's a flawlessly executed document of pristine production and incremental bursts of verve and joy to keep the music from dissolving into its own atmosphere.

Clash 9/10 Structurally intricate and dazzlingly effective, on first listen there’s little on ‘Hurry Up Tomorrow’ that doesn’t land. A riveting, vastly effective display of his generational talents, The Weekend uses this broad canvas to assert the multi-faceted aspects of his pop genius.

Slant 3/5 Tesfaye is tired of the Weeknd, and after a while, you start to feel it too.

The Guardian 3/5 On a somewhat exhausting sixth album, Abel Tesfaye uses Brazilian funk, punishing house and lush 70s soul to press great songs into the service of rotten lyrics.

Spectrum Culture 65% Hurry Up Tomorrow feels like Tesfaye’s attempt at summing up everything that was great about the Weeknd as a project, but unfortunately, it’s clear that no one ever brought a knife to the recording sessions.

The Telegraph 4/5 I suspect it is too bloated and tonally narrow to hit the heights of After Hours or 2016’s lighter Starboy, but Hurry Up Tomorrow is certainly a bold way to drop the curtain on a phenomenal career, a luscious pop epic about how awful modern fame really is.

The Irish Times 2/5 Abel Tesfaye’s ever-ratcheting anxiety becomes overwhelming, then numbing over 22 tracks and 80 minutes.