Drake’s new dance album Honestly, Nevermind isn’t the disaster everyone wants

Turns out, all those pregnant woman emojis on Drake’s latest album cover might have been a clue of some sort.

Nine months after last year passable Certified lover boy, Drake released his seventh album Thursday night with just a few hours to go. The announcement for Honestly forget it was accompanied by smudgy, metallic cover artwork that had one wondering if the iconic grunge record with which it shares half a name would mean that Drake – a well-known genre chameleon or thief, depending on how if you look at it — a 2010-era Lil would pull Wayne by cutting off the punk rock sounds that have permeated mainstream pop lately (a scary thought, but crazier things have happened).

Instead of this, Honestly forget it is a deep dive into dance and house music that’s far less bumpy than people let it be – past Drake tunes like “Take Care,” “One Dance,” and “Passionfruit” have his affinity with Poolside -Bops proved people move. Here, however, the OVO honcho is betting on dance music: a genre that’s hugely popular around the world and influential in American pop, but one that most westerners know all about Drake’s flair for his global audience makes a lot more impressive. The same can be said of his collaborator choices, notably South African DJ and house innovator Black Coffee, who credits as one of four executive producers on the album (along with longtime Drake cohorts Noah “40” Shebib and Oliver El-Khatib, and Drizzy even).

Black Coffee seems to be doing a lot here, considering Honestly forget it emphasizes those house-inspired sonic elements over everything else, including Drake. And really, this is where the divide for this album could come from. Lyrically, not much happens – Drake sings, hums and cries around the club with his usual sad boy malaise. Anyone hoping for the hilarious one-liners and zany energy of, say, “Way 2 Sexy” will be disappointed, bored, or both. Instead, this is Summer in Mykonos music, packed with songs that breathe and use space in a way that Drake, despite his penchant for voraciously long albums, has never done before (this one cuts the listening time down to a more reasonable 52 minutes). ..We will take it!).

Once in a while, Honestly forget it feels more like a Black Coffee record that happens to feature some Drake vocals. And while there are certainly more exciting things happening in dance music right now, approaching it with this attitude means there’s much to appreciate here, like the mesmerizing house beat on “Texts Go Green” and the final 45 seconds of “A Keeper.” . its sparse piano line and a bouncy dance beat brightening up an otherwise melancholy track.

If you can get past the annoying squeaky bed noises of “Currents” and the paranoid energy of “Falling Back” (really, nothing beats Aubrey Graham asking him repeatedly in falsetto, “How do I feel?” only achieved), you’ll be rewarded with the album’s standout middle section, where things really start to gel and glow. “Sticky”, a lively highlight where Drake actually raps (!) and speaks in French, is followed by the longest and most boisterous sounding track on the album, aptly titled “Massive”.

This is followed by “Flight’s Booked” and “Overdrive”, which sound like backing tracks where Drake struggles for what he describes as a “divine bond” in the latter song, with a fantastic guitar outro. “Tie That Binds” similarly highlights a Santana-esque guitar solo; In fact, the entire second half of the track is completely Drake free and features only instrumentals and backing vocals. It’s sparse in the best way, similar to “Down Hill”, another standout track that’s all muted drums and snaps. You keep expecting it to explode into something bigger, but it never does – instead, Drake and Shebib deftly let backing vocalists Beau Nox and Tresor shine.

Things come to a halt with the oddly down-pitched vocals of “Liability” before giving way to the grand finale: the 21 Savage-featuring “Jimmy Cooks,” which frankly doesn’t sound like it even belongs on this album. Like “Sticky,” it’s pure rap, aka what most people around the world expected (and wanted, judging by the Twitter reactions) from Drake to be. You know that part in The Lion King where the hyenas Scar beg for food and the villainous lion reluctantly offers them zebra meat while snarling, “I don’t think you really deserve this?” That’s what “Jimmy Cooks” feels like — a consolation prize for listeners who’ve gotten it on the album so far, as well as a reminder of sorts: “Hey, remember I’m still a rapper and I still can.”

And yet this return-to-form finale apparently wasn’t enough for those expecting a hip-hop album and joking on Twitter by comparing these new songs to music from the mall. To that I can only ask, did you all really want more spasmodic, TikTok-baiting songs like “Toosie Slide”? Although it’s not a perfect album, Honestly forget it shows us a musical and cultural juggernaut ready to experiment with his sound and throw his fans for a loop. You can call him divisive, but not boring.

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