Drake's Take Care is a modern classic in some circles. I happen to traverse through those circles from time to time, and I have always been a champion of one Drizzy. This made me expect great things from his newest release, Nothing Was the Same.
While the highs are incredibly high on Nothing Was the Same, it is a victim to its creator's own complete self-confidence. This album is Drake turned, but never Turnt, up to 11. This means that, while you are guaranteed a few infectious hooks, dense on-the-nose rhyme structures and room-clearing punchlines, you are also left with what feels like hours of emo rap. As one of my friends put it, it seems like Drake has no reluctance in airing out grievances and/or dirty laundry. All one has to do is play a beat, and he will gladly shit on anything, pour out his emotions and expect you to listen. This can be grating, even if you are nodding your head at the time.
There are five undeniably dope songs and the rest of the filler that, while better than 90% of other rapper's filler, are just okay and prevent this record from being a classic. I still rate the record a strong B--maybe even a B+--but it isn't a record that will stay in rotation from front to back.
Also, I am worried that Drake will soon run out of relationships to complain about and move on to mere acquaintances. So watch out, Starbucks baristas! Take heed, girl who didn't return Drake's crayons in second grade! There may well be a diss track coming for you in the near future.
All jokes aside, I am a fan and I gotta tip my hat to man who at least TRIES to make a great record each time he puts one out. The production is certainly on point and Drake at his best is one of my favorite things to listen to. I wish it was a little better, but that doesn't mean it isn't damn good.
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