Drake Albums Page

“Emotionless” Certified Lover Boy (2021) Verdict: Exhausting. A parody of himself. The album cover (emoji pregnant ladies) was a meme. The music? More of the same, but worse. Songs blend together: same languid 40 production, same complaints about women and fame. “Way 2 Sexy” (feat. Future & Young Thug) is intentionally silly but grating. There are moments—“Champagne Poetry,” “Fair Trade” (feat. Travis Scott)—but at 21 tracks, it feels like Drake on autopilot, padding runtime for streams.

“Champagne Poetry” Honestly, Nevermind (2022) Verdict: Admirably weird, but failed experiment. Drake goes full house/techno. No rapping, mostly airy vocals over dance beats. The internet roasted it immediately (“Drake at the club”). And yes, “Falling Back” is awkward. But as a left-turn, it’s interesting. “Jimmy Cooks” (feat. 21 Savage) is the lone rap track and best song here—which tells you the concept didn’t land. drake albums

“Tuscan Leather” Views (2016) Verdict: Bloated but culturally inescapable. “Hotline Bling” and “One Dance” were omnipresent. But the album? It drags (20 tracks). Drake leans into dancehall, UK grime, and “Toronto sound,” but the lyrics are repetitive: “My ex is cold, the city’s cold, they don’t love me.” For every highlight (“Feel No Ways,” “Weston Road Flows”), there’s a slog (“Grammys”). It’s a commercial juggernaut but artistically his first real dip. The music

“Jimmy Cooks” For All the Dogs (2023) Verdict: Tired, mean-spirited, and too long. Drake sounds bored and bitter. He lashes out at women, critics, and peers over sleepy beats. There’s little of the wit or vulnerability that made him great. “Virginia Beach” is okay; “Slime You Out” (feat. SZA) wastes SZA. Even the J. Cole feature (“First Person Shooter”) feels like contractual obligation. His worst album since Scorpion —maybe worse. “Way 2 Sexy” (feat