The singing and melodies are massaged with a care unheard in the prior Drake discography; this album flows as improbably as The Life of Pablo, with more assured lyrics and smoother sequencing, to offset the lack of a certifiable genius at the helm.
On More Life, you can literally pick out your favorite type of Drake and have a handful of those songs within ear’s reach, which not a lot of contemporary rappers have the ability to do.
22 songs is a challenge — too many tracks can easily jump the rails, leading to an uneven and tiring project. But, as the first three songs bear out, More Life doesn’t lose too much momentum even as it stumbles along its path.
Despite its playlist tag, it is unmistakably a Drake album—it even has a Blueprint highball closer like each of its predecessors—and as an album, it is probably Drake’s worst. But as a collection of totally atomized songs and ideas, it’s up there with anything he’s released. Maybe that makes it a playlist after all.
More Life is a serious commitment, if not a test of one’s patience. But Drake does at least have a better grasp on how to maintain momentum this time.
More Life offers little solace for those who never bought what the Canadian rapper was selling but for his fans that gave his songs billions of streams last year, they’ll hear no issue.
The playlist is less an embodiment of the “experience,” Drake-playing-Drake via others, and more a headspace in which these voices, genres, and styles are given breathing room.
More Life ... is less of a return to form and more of an expression of Drake’s hunger for widespread acclaim beyond the borders of rap, and is indicative of where the arc of his career and legacy is trending towards.
More Life is his finest longform collection in years, cheerfully indulgent at 22 tracks and 82 minutes, a masterful tour of all the grooves in his head.
With plenty of guests dropping by to chip in a verse or a rap, over 80 minutes’ worth of grooves and beats sculpted by a veritable army of producers. Pleasingly, two of the best are British, Sampha capping “4422” with an emotive outburst, and Skepta getting an entire “Skepta Interlude”.
Drake has convincingly positioned himself as an architect for a borderless age of pop music.
He allows the various sounds, guest features and flavours of the production, which he and his crew adopted from all over the world, to steal the show.
While VIEWS served as an ominous soundscape to a never-ending winter and reflected a booming hunger in the city, his newest release, More Life, presents the fruits of that labour in a sunnier, more celebratory arrangement.
Drake's course correction to VIEWS bursts with energy—more South African house, more grime, more Kanye. It's a long player made for luxuriating and a total immersion into Drake's world-pop lifestyle.
It could be likely that Drake is saving his best bars for a more official project. Not that it matters, as there are enough great moments over the project’s 22 tracks to get fans excited; with the more melodic numbers in particular standing out.
Essentially any criticism one can level at More Life is irrelevant. It does exactly what it was intended to do, so on his own terms, it's a resounding success.
More Life does a terrific job creating a mood with its dancehall-flecked, atmospheric production, and it certainly points to a fascinating fork in the road moment for the world’s biggest rapper.
Drake’s idea of “more life” is “more everything”. My idea of More Life is less music, and the best thing about this playlist will be the one I eventually build for myself.
Regardless of your opinion of Drake’s music, you have an opinion on Aubrey Drake Graham, and because of this, More Life both succeeds and suffers. In Drake’s never-ending expansion into all areas, he waltzes into many a genre with ease, but at a cost of diluting his credibility and talents.
The turnaround from Views is remarkable, and the occasional standout does indicate that Drake’s been listening to some of the basic criticisms. It all stacks up as an agreeable (not wonderful, definitely not boring) assortment of thumpers, enough to pass the time until Drake finds a new culture to pillage.
By definition, More Life has sprawl in-built, so judicious use of the skip function is required, but this is high-quality filler.
The few choice tracks, high-profile guests, and occasional stylistic shifts aren't enough to keep More Life from being another disappointing release.
More Life is a culmination of the sound that has made Drake so successful. Boasting his versatility, it's a playlist that of a sonic synopsis of what the OVO aesthetic has personified. From his witty introspective talk-rap & somber mood of lustful R&B to refreshing melodies on dancehall riddims & sprinkles of 40s magical stardust of production, it's a very Drake project that many October born will worship for the upcoming months & the common anti-Drake will scorn with the ... read more
Jesus Christ, if Passionfruit is by far the highest rated track here then I'm not wasting 80 minutes of my life on this. That song was such a fucking snoozefest
Hate Drake all you want but Passionfruit is unironically one of my favorite rap/R&B songs from the 2010’s, a legitimately great effort from Drake that proves that his footing in the rap game is deserving of his current fame all while pushing his sound forward. But the rest of this album is fucking eh. *womp womp*
1 | Free Smoke 3:38 | 77 |
2 | No Long Talk 2:29 feat. , Giggs | 64 |
3 | Passionfruit 4:58 | 90 |
4 | Jorja Interlude 1:47 | 70 |
5 | Get It Together 4:10 feat. Black Coffee, Jorja Smith | 75 |
6 | Madiba Riddim 3:25 | 66 |
7 | Blem 3:36 | 61 |
8 | 4422 3:06 feat. Sampha | 75 |
9 | Gyalchester 3:09 | 74 |
10 | Skepta Interlude 2:23 | 71 |
11 | Portland 3:56 feat. Quavo, Travis Scott | 74 |
12 | Sacrifices 5:07 feat. 2 Chainz, Young Thug | 70 |
13 | Nothings Into Somethings 2:33 | 65 |
14 | Teenage Fever 3:39 | 72 |
15 | KMT 2:42 feat. Giggs | 62 |
16 | Lose You 5:05 | 68 |
17 | Can't Have Everything 3:48 | 65 |
18 | Glow 3:26 feat. Kanye West | 60 |
19 | Since Way Back 6:08 feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR | 56 |
20 | Fake Love 3:30 | 70 |
21 | Ice Melts 4:10 feat. Young Thug | 62 |
22 | Do Not Disturb 4:43 | 80 |
#3 | / | Complex UK |
#6 | / | Rap-Up |
#7 | / | Noisey |
#10 | / | Complex |
#10 | / | Junkee |
#13 | / | The New York Times: Jon Caramanica |
#14 | / | Esquire (US) |
#16 | / | Highsnobiety |
#17 | / | Fuse |
#17 | / | NZ Herald |