This kind of hyper-minimal, amorphous post-trap works for Lil Baby more often than it doesn’t (as recently as a few months ago he gave us the verse of the year on Vince Staples album over something very similar) but combining his ghost in the machine voice with Drake’s smooth loverman act ends up creating an utter absence that even the memory of the Bee Gees cannot fill. “Staying Alive” is inherently nothing (it’s the lead single for the third post-peak DJ Khaled album, for god’s sake) and ends up being even less than that. Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: As we make our way to the end of Fucking Drake’s imperial era (among other things), the cracks in his edifice are beginning to show. Farewell, Jukebox.Īlfred Soto: What I’ll miss about The Singles Jukebox: drooling on my laptop as I break my brain in search of quips at the expense of the act who has done the most to reduce man-woman relationships into “Have some Xanax, baby, you lied to me.” Fucking Drake. This is the most unequivocal I’ve ever awarded. It’s awe-inspiring in its own weird and special and infuriating way.
I’ll hand it to him - since the moniker came early and stuck around - that he’s somehow adapted and expanded, grown even, without changing the core of who he is or what he does one iota. John Seroff: Seriously, we’re going out on ANOTHA ONE with Fucking Drake? You know, I don’t believe this guy is even really sad.ĭavid Moore: Am I gonna get misty from this fucking thing? What a defiant, appropriate, utterly mediocre Fucking Drake song to go out on. The site closing, I mean, but also the song. Katherine St Asaph: This is bad, and it didn’t have to happen. One more song? We tried 80 times, but never quite finished him off… Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.I LIE HERE BURIED WITH MY RINGS AND MY DRESSES.Email (song suggestions/writer enquiries).
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