More Life is packed with these false-starts and lame stretches, never really arriving at cohesiveness (the haphazardly stitched together “Portland,” “Since Way Back,”) and occasionally stumbling into greatness (the J-Lo sample and meditation of “Teenage Fever,” the rat-a-tat-a-tat talk-flow of “Sacrifices.”) But its also got more highlights and moments than we’re currently accustomed to from Drake, so it’s excusable. That’s likely why Drake’s leaner yet somehow less nimbler trap and grime numbers, the flaccid 1-2 punch of “Free Smoke” and truly awful Giggs collaboration “No Long Talk,” open the record, only for the sublime and club-ready “Passionfruit” to stumble out without much momentum moments later. But, in saying as much, More Life does manage to work its way out of being judged along the same standard as Views, with its structure indebted to OVO Radio’s barrage of loose tracks and curiosities, curated by a personal preference rather than anything else. It’s overlong (again) overhyped (again) and undercooked (that’s right) and without much concern for what Drake sounds like as opposed to what Drake wants to sound like. Clearly aware of this, More Life is at the very least an improvement upon what Views resulted in a ‘playlist’ (to excuse the lack of flow), built around borrowed Kingston, East London, and Atlanta movements. Twelve months after Views, the public and critical opinion has settled on Drake, one of firm discontent at a culture vulture and a terminal dickhead. Last year, I described Views as a place where, ‘the peak has been reached and the fall looks daunting if not unavoidable,’ and went on to assess it as a ‘triumph.’ And with hindsight, it would appear that assessment was premature Views was easily the hardest and least graceful fall Drake's career could have asked for. In contrast, Views was haphazardly slung together with little care for flow, structure, or thematic consequence it hung together by its banner of the 6, but never achieved anything worthy of the overhype fed into it by a twelve months of being the most commercially expendable rapper of the moment. On “Legend,” he boorishly bragged about the lavishness of his lifestyle on “Energy,” he name-checked his enemies with some degree of pettiness on “Know Yourself,” he trotted out his nasty flow and blew up a Socratic saying. Replete with geographical references to Toronto and densely worded tributes to family and friends, it cemented the 180-degree character turn from Degrassi to 6 God the realization of Drake being an all sh it-talking, no-nonsense, anti-hero rapper’s rapper. The problem with Views? If You’re Reading this it’s Too Late, a stripped back, barely there, braggadocios curio, was everything it should’ve been. Review Summary: They want me gone, wait for the kicker Bury me now and I only get bigger.

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