Drake: Certified Lover Boy review – trawl through a conflicted psyche

t’s been a big few weeks for bloated, endlessly teased rap opuses. Hot on the heels of empty monolith Donda from Drake’s current beefing partner, Kanye West, 来る Certified Lover Boy, a 21-track, 90-minute trawl through the Canadian rap superstar’s conflicted psyche. As with his last album, 2018’s patchy Scorpion, it finds him caught between sadboi solipsism, meme-able sloganeering and demands for respect.

Things start promisingly with the undulating Champagne Poetry dextrously reflecting on loneliness (“career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly”), 一方 Papi’s Home recalls early Kanye, of all people, with its sped-up samples and laid-back flow. Later, しかしながら, that playfulness calcifies into headline-grabbing stunts; the risible Girls Want Girls finds Drake “coming out” as a lesbian, 一方 Way 2 セクシー transposes Right Said Fred to the strip club.

He’s on safer, albeit well-trodden ground, focusing on his navel by way of Fucking Fans’ rumination on his infidelities, または, as on the excellent No Friends in the Industry, elevating petty rap feuds to blockbuster status. 全体, しかしながら, this is an album destined to be filleted for various #mood playlists, anchored only by its creator’s untouchable fame.