On “Marvins Room,” the emotional apex of Drake’s career-making sophomore album Take Care, he rapped “I don’t think I’m conscious of makin’ monsters outta the women I sponsor ’til it all goes bad.” It might not have meant much at the time, but it signaled a developing coexistence between self-awareness and self-indulgence in Drake’s music that would become his thesis statement. This mix led to the creation of what many have called “Drake-isms,” generally consisting of bars destined to live on as memes. Whether these lyrics refer to his ailing love life, reactionary one-liners to claims about his personal life, or the incessant need to remind himself he’s the greatest to ever do it, only Drake could pull them off with his trademark goofiness, and even then, they’re still quite corny, but that’s the point.
Drake promised a return to his old self on For All The Dogs, his fourth project of the decade, meaning more slow jams and musings for the perfect romance. While the old Drake managed to carefully confine his clichés across his albums, on Dogs, he doubles down on them even at his saddest.
“Fear of Heights,” retells his contempt for his failed attempt at love with Rihanna but also asks very important questions like if this new girl’s “pussy can do the dog.” He didn’t write this sentiment, instead borrowing from The Cramps’ 1985 song “Can Your Pussy Do The Dog?” But the conviction with which he raps might convince himself he had. The track’s blazing second half continues his run of self-indulgence. He’s still bitter about Pusha T (“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Lil’ Drake / Don’t tell me you’re scared of Lil’ Aubrey”), and even… Esperanza Spalding, because he’s clearly running out of people to put in his burn book.
And yet, Drake’s dedication to dramatically emphasizing the corniest lyrics makes the album far funnier than it should be. On “Bahamas Promises,” he sings about broken pinky promises and how this woman put the “no in ‘monogamy.” Later, on “Drew A Picasso,” he passionately croons “I want to die,” almost like he’s a high schooler who just got publicly rejected by his crush in the cafeteria. On both of these tracks, Drake uses his goofiness as a weapon. He can sell his pain through solid harmonizing and pristine moody production, but it’s hard to take him fully seriously when he insists on not being the bad guy because he’s cracking jokes. It works as captions to clown, but not really as music.
It’s not all fun and games for Drake. He still wants to prove he’s current and can stand with the best of them. For the most part, he holds his ground. Cash Cobain brings out a strong raunchy side of Drake on “Calling For You,” while Yeat’s pulsing chorus on “IDGAF” gives Drake breathing room to express his nastiest thoughts (“Whole gang fucked her eastbound and they down just like Danny McBride”). One of the album’s biggest tragedies, however, is burying its best song, “Rich Baby Daddy” deep into the tracklist. Drake sounds particularly invigorated, as if he’s playing catch-up to Sexyy Red’s anthemic chorus and SZA’s confident and self-assured verse. It’s clear Drake doesn’t want to be one-upped by his guests, and that’s when he sounds at his best, as if an invisible force is coming to steal his crown.
Just as easily as Drake finds his footing with certain collaborations, he falls apart with others. “First Person Shooter” with J. Cole sees the two rappers trading bars about their supposed GOAT statuses, but it feels less like a Michael Jordan versus LeBron James debate and more like Carmelo Anthony versus James Harden. When he isn’t fighting his insecurities about his place in the rap pantheon, he’s finding new lanes in which to forcibly insert himself. “Gently” is Drake’s second attempt at making reggaeton but he sounds lost singing in Spanish alongside Bad Bunny. “Amen,” not even his best song with this track title, bizarrely employs Teezo Touchdown to do the harmonizing. Considering Teezo’s appeal is on the quirkier side of Hip Hop, Drake sounds behind and even, uncomfortable.
Scattershot as the features may be, Drake still opts to tackle the majority of the album on his own, which have some highlights. “Away From Home” is Drake at his best, offering the only real glimpse into maturity. Conductor Williams handles the boards on “8am In Charlotte,” the latest entry in the timestamp songs, featuring another solid display of rapping — despite being marred by a slew of lazy geographical puns at the end of the first verse. Even opener “Virginia Beach” sounds refreshed thanks to a lively flip of Frank Ocean’s “Wiseman” and a memorable chorus.
If nothing else, For All The Dogs proves Drake is an expert troll. He’s just as online as most of Twitter. He’s seen all the memes, jokes, and parasocial assumptions of his character. Drake’s use of corny bars per twenty songs is at an all-time high but the more you run the album back, the more it feels by design. Is Drake the greatest satirist out right now? Maybe not, but his ability to get a reaction out of people for the stupidest lyrics remains unparalleled. If anyone else sang “They say love’s like a BBL, you won’t know if it’s real until you feel one” on the same track that features a Sade Adu outro, it would lead to a heavy sigh and swift delete. For Drake, it’s just another song. Maybe people are just tired of the act.
Awful. Talking in autotune over beats. I’m not even sure what genre of music this falls under but it’s 🗑️
Please stop and retire! This shit is unbearable corporation porn for the brain dead generation. My ears started to bleed luckily I live near a hospital. G
His songs all sound the same. His albums all sound the same.
It took 62 producers to make this garbage.
You can’t make this up.
His recent albums sound like three songs repeated multiple times to fill the entire record. If you’ve heard one of his songs from the past few years, it’s as if you’ve heard his last five albums. It’s a shame because his first three albums were really good.
His latest album is straight up mediocre, full of public mischief. What kind of album you dropped since Her Loss?
For all the fxggxts.
Garbage effort even for Drake standards.
Str8 fecal
Horrible pop garbage. I don’t understand how every rating in here is a 1 star and it’s at 2.9. Drake somehow managed to make a horrible song with J. Cole.
it is time to fall off…
Maybe drake should make a concept album idk. This too boring
He’s the only artist besides Lil yatchy who can make a bad song with jcole. That shit actually takes some effort
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To call this mid is giving it to much credit. Let’s take it a step further, this should be removed from all streaming services and physical copies should be destroyed at once. Carry on!!!
slinging subliminals, singing is criminal, try hard draining muses, low regard the shang tsung of music, childhood trauma is no hood persona, be yourself you could with honor, the black was absent, the white was there, one drop rule so wipe your tears,
Honest question – is there any Drake album that’s really good? Meaning more in a traditional hip hop sense, and not commercial club jingles. Not trying to be a hater, I honestly haven’t listened to any of his albums.
Children’s music
load of crap anyone who falls for that nonsense .
Hate Joe Burden, but he was right. Drake going to be the old uncle that still wants to be hip. Feel sorry for Adonis.
Ironically, Adonis (who has a dad worth over 250 milli) probably feels sorry for you lol
Virginia beach is a hole new level
Hit me up all the time
When
Can Drake please just disappear finally? First time I tried to sit through one of his albums, I was so bored halfway thru I couldnt finish it.