The Weeknd and Playboi Carti are the preferred they’ve ever been, with a mixed month-to-month listener rely that’s 257 occasions the inhabitants of Luxembourg. It is smart they’d drop a joint flex known as “Timeless,” by which they moan inventory tropes about being so profitable they’re eternally well-known. What’s stunning is how tasteful the tune sounds, a far cry from the bombastic decadence of Abel Tesfaye’s synth pop and Carti’s flamethrower rage. Seamless and languid, it’s much less the lurid stadium supernova you’d count on than a candy pixelated slink. Name it cosmic lounge music, timeless within the sense that they sound like they’re on trip in a Milky Approach of gold chains and bespoke Rick Owens, unconcerned with the frenzied rush of the current.
In fact, the whole lot concerning the tune is deeply manicured and timely. Six folks labored over the beat (amongst them Pharrell, Ojivolta, and Mike Dean), and it comes proper because the Weeknd and Carti are feverishly teasing new albums, Hurry Up Tomorrow and I Am Music. That is the most recent in a string of main options for Carti, who’s grow to be one thing just like the Ty Dolla $ign of fried 2020s blockbusters—from the glittery pop of “I LUV IT” to his guttural bursts on “Carnival,” “Fe!n,” and “Sort Shit.” Everybody desires a bit of his thriller, an opportunity to siphon aura factors from Carti’s kingdom of cult followers. It’s an particularly becoming transfer for Abel, whose as soon as enigmatic thrill has dissipated as he’s gone international. As timeless as they declare to be, they each appear to know their fame received’t final endlessly.
