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Noooooo c'mon is that really who wrote this???
Honestly, the unchanging Drake-iness of Drake’s music is starting to get a little creepy
Has any major pop figure of the last 10 years been as resistant to change as Drake? Perhaps the most interesting thing to happen to him all decade was when Pusha T nearly murdered him with one line (“You are hiding a child”), but apart from seeming knocked on his back foot for a few hours, he regrouped, told the world he had concealed his child because of Instagram, and kept on making Drake music. What, if anything, could ruffle that composure at this point? Honestly, Nevermind raises this question even more than Scorpion or Certified Lover Boy, in part because the lyrics are so interchangeable. By now, Drake albums are like software updates—they don’t go away until you finally click on them, and when you do, you only notice the stuff that doesn’t work as well.
People at Pitchfork are f***ing idiots, I swear lmao.
They have no idea what they are talking about
Big big yikes
I mean, what did you expect? Critics don't even know what they want from Drake. They just know that they enjoy s***ting on everything he does
Lemonade was a surprise drop and was one of beyonces biggest albums foh with that excuse lmao
comparing lemonade which basically everyone knew was coming - just not particularly on that exact date before the trailer dropped - and was HEAVILY promoted and seen as one of her biggest projects to this is insane my man. Lemonade release compares better to CLB than to HN
“To Pitchfork, Rolling Stone, New York Times and any other white publication. Please do not comment on black music anymore” - Kanye West

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i cannot believe that they are real people
Honestly, the unchanging Drake-iness of Drake’s music is starting to get a little creepy
Has any major pop figure of the last 10 years been as resistant to change as Drake? Perhaps the most interesting thing to happen to him all decade was when Pusha T nearly murdered him with one line (“You are hiding a child”), but apart from seeming knocked on his back foot for a few hours, he regrouped, told the world he had concealed his child because of Instagram, and kept on making Drake music. What, if anything, could ruffle that composure at this point? Honestly, Nevermind raises this question even more than Scorpion or Certified Lover Boy, in part because the lyrics are so interchangeable. By now, Drake albums are like software updates—they don’t go away until you finally click on them, and when you do, you only notice the stuff that doesn’t work as well.
People at Pitchfork are f***ing idiots, I swear lmao.
I actually hate Pitchfork writers so much. They're actually weirdos for bringing up and taking shots at a father's decision to not publicize his child like the world has a right to know. Also why is not a single other artist's lyricism mentioned in the rnb/pop/dance space?!?
I actually hate Pitchfork writers so much. They're actually weirdos for bringing up and taking shots at a father's decision to not publicize his child like the world has a right to know. Also why is not a single other artist's lyricism mentioned in the rnb/pop/dance space?!?
Four years later, too. Weirdo energy all around
Just peep how pretentious this whole s*** is lmao.
5 Takeaways From Drake’s New Album Honestly, Nevermind"
The superstar’s surprise release combines his signature lovelorn bravado with beats built for the dancefloor.
By Jayson Greene
We only had a few hours’ notice before Drake released Honestly, Nevermind, his seventh studio album, into the world. As he did with 2021’s Certified Lover Boy, he presaged its release by sharing a majestically incoherent note on Apple Music, spilling over with guffaw-worthy Drake-isms. “I can’t remember the last time someone put they phone down, looked me in the eyes, and asked my current insight into the times,” went one line, which made me wonder if Drake was waiting patiently for someone to quiz him on runaway inflation or how Democrats can avoid a rout in the midterms. After that, he released the video for “Falling Back,” a bizarre and somewhat depressing spectacle in which he marries 23 different Instagram models. The Drake meme machine seemed to be firing up in preparation of another typical Drake banquet—ridiculous quotables, samples so absurdly expensive that Drake could have used the money to fund Toronto city schools for a year, a tracklist that made you cancel your weekend plans to get through the whole thing.
So it’s a bit of a surprise to see that Honestly, Nevermind is one of his shortest albums ever—14 tracks, over in less than an hour—and that it contains only a few transcendently stupid Drake Thoughts. The album is filed under “dance” on Apple Music, and throughout Drake downplays his rapper persona in favor of crooning behind lush, air-conditioned beats. One of the biggest takeaways is how little there is to… take away. Drake doesn’t reignite any beefs, share any particularly extravagant pieces of gossip, co-opt any big memes, or even utter the name of a single major chain restaurant. It feels like one smooth-brain dance playlist, like if you put on his hit “Passionfruit” and let the algorithm do the work for the next 52 minutes. Let’s get into it:
Pitchfork is so trash the end of the article is just a few bullet points about weird s*** if drake went to Mars would we notice if an AI was churning out his songs
This is music journalism?
I feel like 45% of the time they trying to sound smart, 45% of the time trying to crack a horrible joke, 10% music talk

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He def cant dance
What really irks me is that most these niggas havent heard an actual deep house record or something and they really talkin s***
Like bro do the knowledge atleast before completely trashing it for being too minimal or repetitive
What is this?
Let’s say, for a thought experiment, that Drake absconded Earth on Elon Musk’s SpaceX jet with the 23 Instagram models he married in “Falling Back,” starting his own space cult centered around his own Genius annotations. In this scenario, he never releases another note of original music, leaving the work of churning out “Drake” music to a deepfake AI. My question here is: Based on Honestly, Nevermind, would anyone even notice?
Honestly, the unchanging Drake-iness of Drake’s music is starting to get a little creepy
Has any major pop figure of the last 10 years been as resistant to change as Drake? Perhaps the most interesting thing to happen to him all decade was when Pusha T nearly murdered him with one line (“You are hiding a child”), but apart from seeming knocked on his back foot for a few hours, he regrouped, told the world he had concealed his child because of Instagram, and kept on making Drake music. What, if anything, could ruffle that composure at this point? Honestly, Nevermind raises this question even more than Scorpion or Certified Lover Boy, in part because the lyrics are so interchangeable. By now, Drake albums are like software updates—they don’t go away until you finally click on them, and when you do, you only notice the stuff that doesn’t work as well.
People at Pitchfork are f***ing idiots, I swear lmao.
I read that the other day
This person literally needs to be fired or at least shouldn’t be allowed to take on big jobs
Can’t believe pitchfork allows clowns like this to write for them. It just reflects poorly on the company
Pitchfork is so trash the end of the article is just a few bullet points about weird s*** if drake went to Mars would we notice if an AI was churning out his songs
This is music journalism?
I feel like 45% of the time they trying to sound smart, 45% of the time trying to crack a horrible joke, 10% music talk
That's what Pitchfork has been for like the last 10 years now lol. I read some of their reviews for laughs because of how seriously they take everything.
Just peep how pretentious this whole s*** is lmao.
THE PITCH5 Takeaways From Drake’s New Album Honestly, Nevermind"
The superstar’s surprise release combines his signature lovelorn bravado with beats built for the dancefloor.
By Jayson Greene
We only had a few hours’ notice before Drake released Honestly, Nevermind, his seventh studio album, into the world. As he did with 2021’s Certified Lover Boy, he presaged its release by sharing a majestically incoherent note on Apple Music, spilling over with guffaw-worthy Drake-isms. “I can’t remember the last time someone put they phone down, looked me in the eyes, and asked my current insight into the times,” went one line, which made me wonder if Drake was waiting patiently for someone to quiz him on runaway inflation or how Democrats can avoid a rout in the midterms. After that, he released the video for “Falling Back,” a bizarre and somewhat depressing spectacle in which he marries 23 different Instagram models. The Drake meme machine seemed to be firing up in preparation of another typical Drake banquet—ridiculous quotables, samples so absurdly expensive that Drake could have used the money to fund Toronto city schools for a year, a tracklist that made you cancel your weekend plans to get through the whole thing.
So it’s a bit of a surprise to see that Honestly, Nevermind is one of his shortest albums ever—14 tracks, over in less than an hour—and that it contains only a few transcendently stupid Drake Thoughts. The album is filed under “dance” on Apple Music, and throughout Drake downplays his rapper persona in favor of crooning behind lush, air-conditioned beats. One of the biggest takeaways is how little there is to… take away. Drake doesn’t reignite any beefs, share any particularly extravagant pieces of gossip, co-opt any big memes, or even utter the name of a single major chain restaurant. It feels like one smooth-brain dance playlist, like if you put on his hit “Passionfruit” and let the algorithm do the work for the next 52 minutes. Let’s get into it:
They should lose their jobs. Much better potential music journalists out there that don't even have a job.
I know he’s not one to comment on the commentary directly but I would f***ing LOVE for him to stand on his art and give a big middle finger to every single publication dragging his name through the mud
What is this?
Let’s say, for a thought experiment, that Drake absconded Earth on Elon Musk’s SpaceX jet with the 23 Instagram models he married in “Falling Back,” starting his own space cult centered around his own Genius annotations. In this scenario, he never releases another note of original music, leaving the work of churning out “Drake” music to a deepfake AI. My question here is: Based on Honestly, Nevermind, would anyone even notice?
This is like when you have a word count to meet so you start coming up with complete filler bullshit
Just peep how pretentious this whole s*** is lmao.
THE PITCH5 Takeaways From Drake’s New Album Honestly, Nevermind"
The superstar’s surprise release combines his signature lovelorn bravado with beats built for the dancefloor.
By Jayson Greene
We only had a few hours’ notice before Drake released Honestly, Nevermind, his seventh studio album, into the world. As he did with 2021’s Certified Lover Boy, he presaged its release by sharing a majestically incoherent note on Apple Music, spilling over with guffaw-worthy Drake-isms. “I can’t remember the last time someone put they phone down, looked me in the eyes, and asked my current insight into the times,” went one line, which made me wonder if Drake was waiting patiently for someone to quiz him on runaway inflation or how Democrats can avoid a rout in the midterms. After that, he released the video for “Falling Back,” a bizarre and somewhat depressing spectacle in which he marries 23 different Instagram models. The Drake meme machine seemed to be firing up in preparation of another typical Drake banquet—ridiculous quotables, samples so absurdly expensive that Drake could have used the money to fund Toronto city schools for a year, a tracklist that made you cancel your weekend plans to get through the whole thing.
So it’s a bit of a surprise to see that Honestly, Nevermind is one of his shortest albums ever—14 tracks, over in less than an hour—and that it contains only a few transcendently stupid Drake Thoughts. The album is filed under “dance” on Apple Music, and throughout Drake downplays his rapper persona in favor of crooning behind lush, air-conditioned beats. One of the biggest takeaways is how little there is to… take away. Drake doesn’t reignite any beefs, share any particularly extravagant pieces of gossip, co-opt any big memes, or even utter the name of a single major chain restaurant. It feels like one smooth-brain dance playlist, like if you put on his hit “Passionfruit” and let the algorithm do the work for the next 52 minutes. Let’s get into it:
I just found out why this guy is so miserable and now I feel bad
Drake almost disappears himself
In general, there is very little rapping. Outside of “Sticky,” some of which must have been recorded in the last few weeks since it contains a shout-out to Young Thug and his ongoing legal drama (“Free Big Slime out the cage”), and the last track, “Jimmy Cooks,” featuring a fierce guest verse from 21 Savage, Drake plays the background, crooning sweetly in your ear about the ways in which you are disappointing to him, personally (“I’m still holdin’ my breath for the day that you will/See that the effort I make is too real/How can you say that you know how I feel?”) or how he is disappointing to you but if you would only hold on a second (“Swervin’ between emotions/I know we got real issues/Can’t give in so еasily.”) Like an HVAC at a Crunch Fitness, he’s always humming away in the background, but you sometimes have trouble isolating him from the surroundings.
I know he’s not one to comment on the commentary directly but I would f***ing LOVE for him to stand on his art and give a big middle finger to every single publication dragging his name through the mud
As much as I would love this, people would call him washed up even more. Eminem basically did that on Kamikaze.
I know he’s not one to comment on the commentary directly but I would f***ing LOVE for him to stand on his art and give a big middle finger to every single publication dragging his name through the mud
No need to give any sort of attention to music critics whose opinions don't dictate anything in real life lol.