Two of the biggest names in the business, Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd are soaring artists. Their gift for creating some truly haunting pieces are often paired with a retro R&B vibe that makes their songs ever so sultry, and ever so sexy. Each artist does a phenomenal job independently, imagine if these lyrical geniuses produced a track together; oh my…
Virtually, these artists derive from separate genres, yet they have quite a comparable sound. The Weeknd identifies under the PBR&B genre, which is basically an experimental, more emerging style of typical R&B. Lana Del Rey, on the other hand, cannot be limited to just one genre. Instead, she identifies under the genre of indie pop, adult alternative and other sub genres of pop rock. All the while maintaining some clearly noticeable R&B undertones in a number of her tracks.
But the crucial factor that brings these two artists into the same playing field is their eerily, troubled lyrical content. Not to mention the width of their incredible vocal ranges. Another recognizable aspect in the work of both Del Rey’s and The Weeknd is their shared use of vulgarity, in the most artistic sense of the word, of course.Who else can make vulgarity sound so gorgeous? They definitely have seemed to master it. Take a look at some excerpts for reference:
The Weeknd, The Hills:
“I only fu*k you when it’s half past five, the only time I’d ever call you mine. I only like it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.”
Lana Del Rey, F*cked My Way Up:
“I’m a dragon, you’re a whore. Don’t even know what you’re good for. Mimicking me is a fucking bore, to me. Lay me down tonight, in my linen and curls. Lay me down tonight, I’m your favorite girl. I fucked my way up to the top.”
Not only do the two share the insertion of artistic vulgarity within their lyrics, they also share the same manic depressive mindset that we all cherish dearly. Their darkest thoughts shine through in the most beautiful, metaphorical way.
The Weeknd, Rolling Stone:
“Cause getting faded too long, got me on this rolling stone. So I take another hit, kill another serotonin. With a hand full of beans and a chest full of weed, got me singing bout a bitch, while I’m blowing out my steam.”
Lana Del Rey, Ultraviolence:
“He used to call me DN, that stood for deadly nightshade. ‘Cause I was filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage. Jim told me that. He hit me and it felt like a kiss. Jim brought me back. Reminded me of when we were kids.”
So the main reason these two artists should, no, need to collaborate on a single is because it would be the most beautiful, depressing, twisted thing to grace the public’s ears. Time will only tell, and we’re really hoping time is good to us.
So, why haven’t they collaborated yet?