![]() ![]() “Certified Lover Boy” is a perfectly fine record - it’s expensively well-produced, like all of Drake’s albums, and easily likable with a decent batting average for a nearly hour-and-a-half record. It’s also what makes his new album a confirmation of a rapper partially trapped in pop superstar stasis. ![]() It is this energy - one hyper-focused on maintaining his reign - that keeps him smiling. By most measures, he’s right: few artists have maintained a stranglehold on music or culture at large for as long as he has. “Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages,” he raps later on that same “Bridle Path” track. Indeed, despite only a couple direct promotional efforts, the album will bully the charts - as you read this, a dozen tracks are likely climbing over one another like crabs in a bucket, reaching for slots atop every relevant ranking. ![]()
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