[Review] Scorpion, Drake's new album.

In an album full of revelations, perhaps the most amazing arrives during you can't take a joke (a song that would win the most Drake Title award--Is that in history if it weren't for the existence of your recent single I'm annoyed): Drake reads the comments. On the other hand, he says, the comments are "Killing me ", so much so that the personal note written by Drake and attached to Scorpion is totally composed of the negatives: Drake is finished, Drake is a pop artist, Drake makes music for girls, etc.

That seems amazing on a level, and offers a curious insight into the life of one of the most successful artists of his time. It seems that a man who has had more Billboard Hot 100 Hits than any solo artist in history spends his time kidnapped in his $8m Hidden Hills Mansion ignoring the pleas of neighbors Miley Cyrus and LeAnn Rimes to join them for a barbecue Alcoholic in favor of rummaging below the line and fulminant about what Baz_27 has to say about him. "Scrolling through life and fishing for praise," he offers in emotion, as a token of emotions laments in the background. "The opinions of total strangers take me Out of my ways. "

But on another level: Well, of course I do. From the beginning, the entire schtick of Drake has revolved around the self-pitying and compassion – how could he resist such a rich seam of inspiration, so many reasons to feel sorry for himself?

If it is true, then he can hardly have lost the gag which began circulating online when Scorpion was announced as two albums-a rap, one R&B-prompting, "Biggie released a double after he died too ", winning 12,000 retweets in the Process, the joke that Dr Ake seems to have come out significantly the worst in his beef with Pusha-T.

This meat does not show any sign of detaching itself in the course of the Scorpion. In the album closer, March 14, he deals with the great accusation of Pusha – that Drake engendered a secret son – in a way that you have to say is impressive in the brand. Over the scanty backing involving nothing more than drums and a warped, psychedelic impressive sample of D'Angelo, he admits the "rough Truth ", promises to be there for his child, then returns his attention to underline the real victim in all this, who, with a A certain inevitability that trona, turns out to be Drake. "I'm on the front line, trying to make sure that I see him sometimes, he's breaking my spirit, " He Raps, before breaking into an old Boyz II Men song: "No one to mourn, I'm alone, I need shelter from the rain to ease the pain. "

Elsewhere, Drake points to the West line about the light-skinned being, he mocks him for the 2016 rumors that he was $56m in debt and huffs that the recent albums of West and Pusha-T were of unequal quality: "When I heard the shit I was jumping through that. "He sounds compromised — as if the war of words in progress has forced him into his mettle — and he has a point, though one could reasonably answer: Look who's talking.

You can understand Drake's desire to make a grandiose statement that covers every musical base of the trap to the 90s R&B the slow jam of After dark, but the problem with the scorpion is that there is not enough strong material here to support his running time. Gigantic. There is audible flab on the floor I am annoyed and non-stop, and the pop featherweight ratchet Happy birthday. Some improper steps seem puzzling--mafia ties, a sad, by-numbers homage to Migos frankly feels a little below him--and others too familiar: finesse is another of those little, melodically rambling Drake trails that gives all the Impression that he is only making it up as he goes.

It is exasperating because the scorpion is often fantastic, making a stronger claim for Drake's greatness than any amount of arrogant bluster. It doesn't matter to me isolates a sample (from an unpublished vowel cleared by the property of Jackson) on the synthesizers of pillows, emphasizing the disturbing aspect of his voice. The Summer Games is a bold exercise in minimalism – an electronic riff consisting of a note that runs through the whole song – and feels hypnotic rather than tiring. The DJ Premier-produced the Rose of Sandra is a magnificent preparation of samples of the old soul and ecclesiastical organ.

For an artist who is not exactly known for his sense of humour, there is a real ingenuity in incorporating my feelings from a scene that refers to Drake in Donald Glover's television sitcom. And if the finesse depicts Drake's self-tuned winding in his Shaggy, then Peak shows that approach at its best: dragged and authentically strange, its atmosphere of small hours melancholy supported by the harsh electronic tones and sound Unexpected British MC Stefflon Don and some schoolfriends discuss the state of their love lives.

Whatever someone is saying in the comment section or social media, Drake is a big star that Scorpion is a guaranteed Smash. You wouldn't be surprised if you broke another record of streaming. But the fact that it's a good album that might have been great had a firmer editing hand applied maybe tell you more about the isolation of the mega-fame that any of the representations of his author of the money Anguish : It offers the sound of a world in which no one will tell a Rstar that it is enough.

Drake.