Back in 2015, Pitchfork ran an op-ed titled "I’m Breaking Up With Drake." In it, Meaghan Garvey boldly declared, “If Drake is the voice of our generation, we are all fucking doomed.” Naturally, the backlash was swift and vicious—Drake’s fans came out in droves, spewing the kind of toxic misogyny Garvey herself had called out in the first place.
But here we are, ten years later, and her words? They couldn’t be truer.
This Valentine’s Day, Drake released his latest album—$ome $exy $ongs 4 U—in collaboration with PartyNextDoor.
And if this is the soundtrack for our generation, we are beyond fucking doomed.
Let’s dissect the oh-so-witty tracklist: “Gimme a Hug,” “OMW,” “Spider-Man Superman.” Oh, and we can’t forget the bar where he casually raps, “Fuck a rap beef, I’m tryna get the party lit.” Kendrick Lamar remains his Candyman— he still can’t say his name—and yet, here we are, grappling with an album that serves up the same tired ideas.
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