No new Drake thraed? New Drake thraed.
white_tea
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It's Strut-nippy from jump. Line from first tune, "Tuscan Leather":
"I sip the pourer and listen to Cappadonna
The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie"
Of all of Wu to name drop, I guess it makes sense for it to be Cappa.
"I sip the pourer and listen to Cappadonna
The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie"
Of all of Wu to name drop, I guess it makes sense for it to be Cappa.
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Does he rap on his new shit? The singing is a bad look.
edit - meant to tip my hat to your Cappadonna assessment. Well played.
this basically sums up what I imagine the record to sound like.
tell me if I'm/they're wrong
"he hard-sells his clunkers and corniness like an hammy actor, performing the act of killin' it, even though he isn't. "
That's a great description of Drake in general.
I actually worked on this record. He had one of my beats on hold for a long time, but ended up using the vocal sample on it as the intro to another one of his songs.
I got credited and paid, which they didn't need to do, as Drake's dad recognised the sample and they cleared it themselves. They could have told me to go fuck myself in hindsight
Cool story (bro)
Pound Cake. Thanks!
Hold On, We're Going Home could be amazing, if it didn't completely crap out of pulling the pin and going for full-on ravetastic euphoria. Instead, it just drifts along in a vicodin haze like some dude's idea of what a sunrise-in-Ibiza club track sounds like, except that dude's never been to Ibiza in their lives.
No that actually IS a cool story. Congrats man!! I don't have anything against the guy himself. I'm glad he's taking care of producers/beat makers properly. But that "vicodin haze" style mixed with the hamming up his performance on the prerequisite hard/street tracks just misses me completely. Happy dude is doing it big and getting his. Canadian pride and all that...
"Own It" might be the most Drake-y song I've ever heard. I got the impression that Drake was with child, like he was pregnant, and he was informing his baby momma (baby daddy?) that "it's yours." He keeps repeating, "Guess whose it is?... It's yoooouuurrss."
"Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck I wanna make love /
Next time we talk I don't just wanna talk I wanna trust."
It has comedic value and the beats are decent. That's about it. I loved "Hold On I'm Coming" when I first heard it but the tune, like many other ones on the album, are like 90 seconds too long.
My colleague was saying to me that Drake might have struggled just as much as anyone else for all I know, and that's true, I suppose. But, outside of his utterly trouble-free rise to the top, his story seems pretty unremarkable as far as I can see. Drake cultivates this image of someone triumphing against the odds by presenting some fairly mundane things as vast obstacles he was only able to surmount through sheer force of will or self-belief. The dude talks about buying Michael Kors shirts on his ma's debit card. Soak that one up - he borrowed money off his ma to buy some (pretty run-of-the-mill) expensive clothes, in other words. That's something that's worth a lyric in Drake's world. I mean, I don't particularly want him to fabricate shit about chain-snatchin' and rock-slangin' to get the cash for new Jordans or anything like that. I don't really care that much whether he does or not, to be honest. But the thing is, the guy can actually write, and quite evocatively, too - although all that juvenile shit on Pound Cake about making the kids at his high school reunion clear security is fairly typical of the depth of emotions he defaults to. Most of the time, however, he talks as if his idea of real hard times is having to fire one of the gardeners.
And the singing...autotune can clearly do a lot of things, but it can't make Aubrey's voice sound anything other than insipid. Dude makes Jason Derulo sound like Teddy Pendergrass.
Industry-wise, between Canada's small entertainment pool, where being on TV can put in you in touch with all the music folks you could hope for and his father's connections, his bottom is probably more in the realm of a few cold calls to top execs that people linked him to.
Working hard doesn't equate starting with nothing and no one on your side.
He has one of the most annoying voices and carriages ever. I appreciate his lyrics speak to some people's experiences, and I am probably the last person who can clown bad lyrics, but I can't get through any of it without a few dozen cringes and eye-rolls. He is terrible from every angle.
Here in the U.S., it's "rich white Christian males are the most persecuted people in the country!" It's beyond ridiculous.
But anyway, back to hatin' on Aubsey-Waubsey.
Like, he's extremely grating, not soothing at all. He's not on some "innocuous background noise" to me at all; he's worse than silence, far worse.
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Saccharine, soft, and completely devoid of worthwhile substance.
Between Milquetoast and Rotisserie's love-in and Justin Chipspunk Beaver making his muscle carry him up the stairs at the Great Wall, I am feeling real glum about who is representing my beautiful southern Ontario area.
Not feeling Biebs on the cover of the Rolling Stone?