MORE LIFE BY DRAKE - A KITTEN LIFE REVIEW

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More Life.
More time with family and friends. More Life.
I’ve still got vibrations to send. More Life.
They say that we could live forever
At night I pray it’s true
I’ve done so much in my short time and still there’s more to do
But if someone should come collecting
Sooner than we’re all expecting
At least the life you lived was one for you
— Drake

Let’s start with the scene: The Kittens hosted a global listening party at our Montreal-based Kitten Castle, prepped with booze, babes and bass-heavy speakers.

The rumours suggested there was going to be 30 songs, with appearances by Kanye, J.Lo, Lionel Ritchie, Young Thug, Travis Scott.

And I sit patiently, trying not to get too excited about the prospects.

Is it possible to get hyped about a Drake drop anymore? (says the girl who get hyped over every Drake drop including this one, but is trying to stay cool)

And therein lies both his lifeline and his demise: The Drake Machine has amassed a fan base so large, so loud, so fiercely eager for his content, that it’s exhausting for either party to engage with the other.

In his own words, “And more chune for your head tops, so watch how you speak on my name, you know?”

Life is one big paradox, isn't it?

"It's a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race" – Drake on Sacrifices

 

"Winnin' is problematic / People like you more when you workin' towards somethin' / Not when you have it" – Drake on Lose You

 

"My heart is too frozen to get broken" – Drake on Madiba Riddim

 

“More life, more everything” – Drake on Free Smoke

 

But, as I am wont to do, I’m searching for meaning in solipsistic, pop-tastic, made-for-radio “rap” music (my father would suggest that the quotations were better placed around the word music), when there might not be any - or at least not the type of meaning I'm hoping for.

Perhaps that’s why I’m feeling underwhelmed by this project compared to Views (gasp!), or What a Time to be Alive

Bottom Line: More Life is a made for radio, made for the club, feature-heavy playlist dripping with mass appeal.

More: Life.

Life is a big word, my friends.

So what does Life mean to Drake? And what does he specifically want More of?

It seems like a funny play between, “By definition, this has to be real life, which is a shared and universal experience… right? But this is also my life, which is supposed to be, like, X times better than the proletariat based on my earnings and street cred, right? Right?

With any Drake project, the listener is given a glimpse into his inner world, but we never, ever lose track of the fact that we’re not him, and never will be. His genre of bravado keeps even his family, friends and lovers at a (un)healthy distance.

“What a time to be alive!” he chants, yet we’re not quite sure we’re meant to be included.

"I was an angry youth when I was writing Views" – Drake on Do Not Disturb

That being said, the “woe is me” paranoid bravado of Views is unbecoming compared to this feisty dance party, where there’s still all the paranoid narcissism, but at least it’s set to Caribbean lounge music beats.

So let’s talk about the beats, shall we?

On More Life, the transitions are 10/10, the producing is 10/10, the features are 10/10.

This album makes you feel great – happy even – and that life really is something that we want more of, so long as we’re able to give ourselves over to the listening experience for what it is.

Listening to Get it Together, you can imagine yourself in the club eye-fucking a hottie who actually walks over and is also feeling you!

You imagine yourself dancing. You actually dance. You’re doing slicker dance moves than Drizzy himself in the privacy of your own home, while sipping on corner store moscato, rather than Dom'ignon, but you don't even care!

And as I'm temporarily lifted from the bottomless depths of my day-to-day nihilistic tendencies, it makes me think: What do I want more of?  And what the heck is this life business all about?

Well, despite my own musings being a lot less (significantly less) public-facing than Champagne Papi’s, it seems like we both want the same thing: meaning.

There’s nothing more to get out of life, except for meaning… which unfortunately is the only thing we can’t get, at least not in a concrete way.

We can pile up riches and bitches and champagne and hoes until we’ve filled the Taj Mahal, but we’re still on our own to find the meaning in it.

Maybe another album from The Boy is what The Drake Machine needs, and we’re the lucky ones who get to shut it off when our real-life Papi comes home for a quality evening together, or when we take out our earphones when a 7-year-old violin prodigy is playing Hallelujah at our metro stop, or our grandparents call just because.

And with that, I’ll leave you with a solid reflection and some life advice from Drizzy’s mama bear.

You know, hun, I’m a bit concerned about this negative tone that I’m hearing in your voice these days. I can appreciate where your uncertainly stems from and you have reason to question your anxieties and how disillusioned you feel, as well as feeling skeptical about who you believe you can trust. But that attitude will just hold you back in this life, and you’re going to continue to feel alienated. Give some thought to this, because I’m confident in you, and I know you can reach your desired destination and accomplish your goals much more quickly without this confrontation I’m hearing in your tone these days. When others go low, we go high.
— Sandi Graham

You can read our review of Views here.

You can read our review of What a Time to Be Alive here.

You can read about our thoughts on what makes a classic rap album here.