Drake’s new album Views, reviewed from the 6.

Will Drake Ever Record a Masterpiece? His New Album Suggests He Shouldn’t Even Try.

Will Drake Ever Record a Masterpiece? His New Album Suggests He Shouldn’t Even Try.

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May 2 2016 12:26 PM

Drake’s Views

A review from the 6.

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Drake has said that Views is meant to cycle through a Toronto winter to summer and back to winter, which may explain why much of the album feels mired in a midtempo snowbank.

Photo illustration by Lisa Larson-Walker. Photos by Grant Lamos IV/Getty Images, Ricelife/Flickr CC.

“Lately I just feel so out of character/ The paranoia can start to turn into arrogance,” Drake raps on the culminating title track on his new album Views. At which point, anyone who’s been on this both bumpin’ and bumpy ride for more than an hour can only eye-roll: “Really, Drake? You don’t say.” Aubrey Graham’s graduation from his earlier distinctly Canadian passive aggression to more straight-up aggression is a few years old by now. It’s been a boon in helping open up his vocal sound (alongside his voice lessons) but not always as beneficial to his songs’ emotional nuances.

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Carl Wilson is Slates music critic.

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Here in Toronto, fans spent a couple of years anticipating that Views From the 6 (with a cover featuring Drake perched on the ledge of the CN Tower like a kid in a high chair) was going to be his ultimate hometown love letter. Now, even with the title shortened to Views, we still get to relish plentiful references to local landmarks and personalities. But the missive turns out to be much more poison-penned. The rap sheet of unnamed Drake offenders includes old friends, current and former lovers, business associates, younger T-Dot hip-hop artists who’ve had the audacity to “come for the Don,” plus, obviously, Meek Mill of last summer’s ghostwriting-allegations beef.

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“Everybody that I met on the way tries to get in the way,” he sings on the opening, widescreen-orchestral-soundtrack–style production “Keep the Family Close,” which sets the general bitchin’ tone—both for Drake’s complaining and for the often fabulous sonic settings by governing producer Noah “40” Shebib and studio confrères including Kanye West, Boi-1da, Jordan Ullman, Nineteen85, and relative newcomer Maneesh. Of course, “bad attitude” is hardly the worst accusation you can make about a rapper, and Drake’s ceremonial airing of grievances doesn’t spoil Views’ many high points, which I’ll turn to in a minute. But the double trouble here comes first in relation to the other major black pop albums of 2016 and then in the context of Drake’s own career.

In the first four months of the year, we’ve already stood agape in witness to Kanye West’s uproarious unveiling of the sacred-and-profane Life of Pablo, an album as work in progress, undergoing multiple real-time revisions in accord with his online exchanges with his audience; Kendrick Lamar’s Untitled Unmastered, which similarly opened up his sonic notebooks from last year’s To Pimp a Butterfly; Rihanna’s Anti, which made its statement, as its title hints, by refusing to play the album-as-statement game; and of course, just days before Views’ appearance, Beyoncé’s “visual album” Lemonade, whose music is impossible to unweave either from its filmic images of black womanhood or from the way it completes a parallel shift in her public persona almost no one could have foreseen four or five years ago. (I’ll admit my own initial attempt to separate out those factors hindered me from grasping the album as fully as I should have.)

Perhaps due to Views’ long gestation, this record ends up feeling out of step with all that serious playfulness around (and even against) the idea of the pop album. It’s a bit stodgy and also, in its frequent entitled pettiness (particularly as directed at women), pretty conspicuously unwoke. That could be OK, since few listeners really look to him as a source for broad social insights as opposed to dance jams and emo jags. But Drake himself has already made some much more agile maneuvers.

The officially unofficial album/mixtape If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late gave us a Drake whose mind was racing faster than ever, confidently converting his carps into catchphrases with singular dexterity. He revived the art of the diss track in the Meek Mill battle more convincingly than expected last summer, and then came the ridiculously charming video for “Hotline Bling,” which made him seem like an even more witting and effective manipulator of his own image and his own absurdities than ever. When Views ends with “Bling” as a “bonus track,” it reads like a sad comeuppance to most of what’s come before.

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It’s difficult not to feel disappointed, then, in spite of how much there is to like about Views. “Weston Road Flows,” for instance, is a classic fast-talking Drake manifesto that transitions from childhood neighborhood nostalgia (appropriately synched by 40 to a loop of Mary J. Blige’s 1994 throwback “Mary’s Joint”) to a recap of his career and boudoir triumphs and a declaration of a not-too-distant retirement plan for when he turns 35 (“it’s already funded”). And there’s not much that’s not delightful about the midalbum sequence that includes “Still Here,” “Controlla,” advance single “One Dance,” and “Childs Play,” with its nursery-goth beat and the already viral lines in which an excessively class-conscious Drake chews out a girl for fighting with him at the Cheesecake Factory and going “to CVS for Kotex in my Bugatti.”

The many nods to dancehall, including some pseudo-patois on Drake’s part, as well as guest spots from Beenie Man and Popcaan, provide some of the most potent Toronto flavors here, with the city’s large Jamaican and other Caribbean-descended populations—members of whom were Drake’s friends and neighbors growing up. In a similar vein, the bit about flipping “the 6” to “a 9” (on the song “9”) is less a Hendrix reference than, I think, an acknowledgement that some residents felt left out by Drake’s coinage of “the 6” as a municipal nickname because many communities of color aren’t within the central 416 area code but the suburban 905. So not all the Toronto stuff is sniping.

Personally my favorite 4½ minutes out of the whole epic come with the Rihanna duet “Too Good,” a sequel to their hit collaboration “Work” and a clear bid for 2016’s song of the summer. It creates a sense of sexual equality sorely lacking on the rest of the album with the very smart, almost Broadway or Tin Pan Alley–esque device of each directing relationship complaints at the other by singing word-for-word copies of the same verses independently before joining their voices on the chorus. (In fact, for those keeping pop-gossip scorecards, it might imply that what’s been wrong with all those other women is that they weren’t Rihanna.)

And while there’s some dismayingly corny bars in the final-but-for-“Hotline” title track, it’s set up by a fantastic sample from the Detroit gospel group the Winans’ “The Question Is” (also used in a different form in the advance nonalbum track “Summer Sixteen”)—more evidence of the way 40 and crew often carry Drake through, even when he’s not on all cylinders. 

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To get to most of that good stuff, though you have to power through (or, perhaps more likely, skip) a major pacing obstacle. In his interview with Beats 1 DJ Zane Lowe the night the album dropped last week, Drake said that Views is meant to cycle through a Toronto winter to summer and back to winter again. For those who experience it, Toronto winter tends to mean months of light-deprived indoor confinement that can seem never-ending, which I suppose accounts for why almost all of the first seven (seven!) tracks on Views seem like they’re mired in a midtempo snowbank.

There’s worthwhile music in there. But cumulatively, you just start picturing Drake huddled up by candlelight in a puffy parka in his condo den, drawing up his enemies list and, as he says in “U With Me?”, sending group DMs to all his exes (a pun because that track is built around a DMX sample). That phase ends with to me the dullest track on the album, “Redemption,” after which the sun begins to peek out.

The fallout is that despite all the great production, as a full listening experience—based on the first few days’ listening, so take this with a scoop of Toronto road salt—Views comes off as a step backward not only from If You’re Reading This but from the broader, ears-first pleasure of 2013’s Nothing Was the Same. The pacing and the surplus songs (e.g., the Future feature “Grammys,” redundant after last year’s shared mixtape What a Time to Be Alive) pile more weight on the self-seriousness that makes Views feel like much ado about not enough.

None of that will be an issue, of course, if you subtract all claims that the album’s “already a classic” (as Drake proclaims on “Hype”) and make your own edit, the same way you’re encouraged to produce remakes of the cover with Aubrey perched on the unlikely objects of your choice. A few, maybe quite a few, of these songs will be in heavy rotation on our collective playlists for months ahead. (“One Dance” already seems to be on its way to the top of the charts.) But while he’s one of the most influential rappers of the decade, Drake may not be someone from whom ever to expect masterpieces.

In fact, that’s one of his better qualities. He’s greater when he’s goofier, even in his petulant way, warmer to his own shortcomings and more intimately human and eye to eye (or @reply to @reply) with the listener. There are moments like that on Views, too, whenever he namechecks his mom or the Tahitian Treat fruit soda he used to scarf from the corner store as a kid or extends his kidding-around contest with Kanye (begun on “Summer Sixteen”) about who’s got the biggest swimming pool. In those flashes, we’re getting not the “6 God” but the 6 Guy, and that’s the hometown boy I love best.