In Review : : Drake - 'More Life'

More Life is Drake at his most understated, a showcase of Aubrey coming from his most soulful of roots.”



Good morning. Good afternoon. Goodnight. I’m here to talk about More Life.

On March 18th, fans of Aubrey Graham’s work worldwide waited by their computers all too eagerly for the highly anticipated playlist to come out of the OVO camp, More Life - myself included.

On this particular Saturday, I found myself with a few of my friends huddled around a computer in a Wellington flat, constantly refreshing the Drake Apple Music page. “Is it out?” “Nah it’s not out yet.” “Are you sure? Check again.” “HOLY SHIT IT’S OUT!”

I am a huge Drake fan, but I’m also well aware there are far bigger Drake fans out there than me, and I can only imagine how they felt.

More Life is Drake at his most understated, a showcase of Aubrey coming from his most soulful of roots. This is a beautifully curated blend of hip-hop, pop, R&B and even soul at times, which I personally believe is its single greatest asset as a record - there’s something for everyone. If you’re about bouncy rap music with cheeky one liners and memorable hooks like yours truly, Portland is for you. If you’re keen to hear classic Drake pour his heart all over an emotion-provoking ambient down-tempo beat, which we all know we can thank 40 for, then I’d check out Lose You. If soul is your jam and you’re keen for a cry, check out 4422 (feat. Sampha). I could go on like this, you get my point.

One of my favourite things about the record is that it brings light to artists that more than likely would have slipped under the radar of typical Drake fans, none more obvious to me than Giggs. If you’re out of the know, Giggs is a rap artist from the UK, whose voice sounds like he would spit grime, but in reality raps at a much slower pace, resulting in a sort of ‘American rap by a British person’ (his words).

However, I couldn’t help but notice that Drake sounded a bit flat at times, lacking some of the passion that we have all come to know and love. This became especially apparent to me on Can’t Have Everything, where the aggression of the beat and subject matter would have more suited an edge in his voice, where in reality it came out like he was trying to spit the bars out as fast as he could so he could call it a day. I was also a little disappointed in Skepta Interlude - as an MC, Skepta truly shine when you can hear the blades coming off the edge of his teeth as he spits the words from his mouth. It can come across a little run of the mill if he's not scaring the shit out of you. Would you mess with Skepta? Fuck that.

Aside from that, More Life did in no way disappoint. Was it his best release? Probably not. But that’s not to say the album doesn’t showcase Drake, along with your other favourites, in some of the best shades of light. If you really can’t get anything from the music, I’m sure you can dive through the lyrics and find something obscure and motivating to be your caption for your next ‘gram with your #squad.

 

Oh, and both Travis Scott and Young Thug have verses on the record. I don’t need to say anything else about that.

 

(Title image cred goes to our friends from Consequence of Sound)

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