VANCOUVER – Abel Tesfaye’s amphetamine laced opus After Hours was probably never going to sweep the Grammys. Sure, “Blinding Lights” might’ve scored Record of the Year. But the whole thing is too dark, too druggy, too delightfully depraved for group of (literal) industry plants with a penchant for Beck. For all of its proposed changes, its talk of trans…
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