“Having a hard time adjusting to fame …” Tell her about it. “I’ve had sex four times this week - I’ll explain,” he tells the ex he’s still in love with after getting home from the club. The best track, “Marvin’s Room,” stands as the best drunk-dialing anthem since Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now,” albeit a far more epic one. Once we’ve established that he is already a man of wealth (and taste check out his references to Napa Valley restaurants), things get more interesting, as Drake details the differences between love and sex, only one of which he appears to have had a lot of during the past year. “Shout-out to all my living tax-free/Nowadays it’s six figures when they tax me,” he announces in the opening cut, sparing us any details on how insta-millionaire playas feel about the 9-9-9 plan. You do have to wade through some token introductory braggadocio to get to the good stuff. The closest comparison might be something like Kanye West’s confessional “808s & Heartbreak,” without that album’s stultifying AutoTune, off-the-scale paranoia, or deficit of musical variety. And “Take Care” has its moments of predictably woe-is-fame, boo-hoo bravado.īut the strangely tender album title is a tip-off that Drake is willing to delve further into vulnerability than just about any of his contemporaries.Īnd not for the sake of being a ladies’ man - though that certainly seems to be a side effect - but because he seems to be a legitimately candid late-night diarist. Generally speaking, it’s best for artists who are into at least, say, the third or fourth year of their recording careers to write albums about how it’s lonely at the top. That’s right: Money (and a debut album that sold almost a half-million copies in its first week last year) can’t buy love. The singer-rapper establishes his twin themes pretty effectively in his first two lines: “I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man, f- it, I was on, though/And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at the strip club, mm-mm, I was wrong, though.” But the genre’s newest superstar proves more intriguingly introspective than most on “Take Care,” a solid sophomore effort that’s destined to have hundreds of thousands of eager buyers also gazing into his navel this week.
Drake certainly didn’t invent hip-hop solipsism.
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