New Drake Album 'Honestly, Nevermind' Is Proof He's Way Past His Prime - The Daily Beast

There was a time, not too long ago, when Drake had plenty to say.

So you can probably understand my dissatisfaction last Friday, after Drake dropped his baffling seventh studio album, Honestly, Nevermind, at the stroke of midnight.

The record is 14 songs and 55 minutes long, and it officially introduces the rapper’s Caligula era.

Drake barely raps throughout the runtime, choosing instead to rely on the honeyed singing voice that notched him megaton hits like “Hotline Bling” and “Hold On, We’re Going Home.” But unlike those songs, nothing on the album is capable of registering the faintest emotional feedback.

Drake’s seventh studio album cover, Honestly, Nevermind.

Honestly, Nevermind is certainly the first Drake album that could meld into her algorithm-derived Spotify playlists, and that might be the point.

I was a fool to hold out hope for another classic Drake record.

This is a man who ached over the pressures of success long before he was successful himself.

Drake knew he was leading a compelling life, and he was happy to give us all the gory details.

(Frankly, you can make an argument that Views is worse than Honestly, Nevermind, but that’s a take for another column.).

He honestly looked pretty happy.

In many ways, Drake is more successful than ever.

But I do miss that brief period of time when Drake dared to think of himself as the voice of his generation.

That brings us back to Honestly, Nevermind, a Drake album where Drake is effectively invisible.

Honestly, Nevermind will not spark any rumors or intrigue, because in 2022, Drake is happy to treat music like a day job.

It’s all good,” he said, at a release party for Honestly, Nevermind.

I can only hope he can tap into that dark pettiness one more time, for one more classic