![]() Any past tendencies toward being the easy listening of the rap world have all but faded. Thanks in part to fellow Torontonian The Weeknd, “Crew Love” rides the line of mysterious, glitchy R&B and gorilla-sized hip-hop boasting. Take Care corrects this deficit tout de suite. Thank Me Later’s offerings, though, were sonic mush, victims of the twin viruses of overproduction and underplanning. Nowhere else in hip-hop will you find someone who works harder to imbue his songs with a profound sense of emotional maturity and complexity. The first, and arguably most offensive, is the genre or aesthetic the young MC developed for himself. Of all the glaring, obvious faults Drake carried into Take Care, the major offenses can be boiled down to three categories. Where Thank Me Later fell flat with the sting of disappointment, Take Care shines bright, utilizing the same concepts and notions as its predecessor but with far more lethal and appealing results. Now, a year and a half later and with more miles under his high-priced Nikes, Drake returns with Take Care. ![]() Last year, actor-turned-rapper Drake dropped his eagerly anticipated debut album, Thank Me Later, a lackluster affair of tired hip-hop clichés, half-wrought emotional declarations, and bits and pieces of innovation too insubstantial to survive. ![]() In this moment, I feel like a proud parent whose bosom is swollen with the warmth of validation. ![]() Follow post is in partnership with Consequence of Sound, an online music publication devoted to the ever growing and always thriving worldwide music scene. ![]()
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