The first time we heard about Views was in July 2014, when we still knew it by the superior title Views from the 6. (I’m going to be resentful about this for a while; Views is snappy, but Views from the 6 has an air of importance that the new title lacks.) Bits of information about the album bounced around for the following 18 months, involving several surprise standalone single releases, two mix-tapes (one solo and one a collaboration with Future), and a general public agreement that whatever Drake’s next release sounded like, it was going to be his quintessential artistic statement. Views was set to be Drake’s big album, after two albums that already strove for that title. Now that it’s actually out, I can tell you…yes. It’s big. 19 tracks, nearly 80 minutes (slightly shorter than Take Care, but a good 20 minutes longer than Nothing Was the Same), and a plethora of ready-made Drakeisms. Drake may not be “making a statement” in the way people might expect him to, but there’s no denying he’s saying something.
Exactly two minutes into Views, something beautiful happens. Up until then, “Keep the Family Close” follows Drake’s established musical formula distressingly closely. If the melodies don’t make this apparent, the one-liners do—the hook begins with a typical Drake lyric in “all of my ‘let’s just be friends’ are friends I don’t have any more”. Two minutes in though, Drake sings “you went and chose a side that wasn’t mine” and suddenly a burst of percussion cuts through the track’s emotionally insulated navel-gazing and explodes into something a tinge darker, more mysterious, something altogether new. “You’re so predictable, I hate people like you,” Drake sings, and for one of the first times in his career, his bitterness is actually palpable, glaring at us from the forefront instead of hiding behind a veil of nonchalance. Does this fierce wonder stay long? No, it doesn’t; the song resolves back into standard Drake fare within seconds, with reprises of that pivotal moment sounding hollower than first contact.
To be honest, Drake could probably make a living doing the same thing for his entire career, but Views makes it clear that he’s at least trying to break new personal ground. Without Drake’s artist attribution, there’d be virtually no way to tell it came from his album, which counterintuitively makes it stand out. “Weston Road Flows” is another highlight, with a beat and delivery reminiscent of a good freestyle. It’s one of the few tracks to effectively show off Drake’s rapping capabilities, even though I’ll always prefer him as a singer (with or without auto-tune).
Almost all of these good points have one thing in common, though: they’re the aspects of the album that have the least to do with Drake himself. His lyrics—by far Views’ weakest link—exemplify this discrepancy more than anything else. Also taking Kanye West’s verse off of “Pop Style” reveals just how dull the song is at its core, with Drake sounding like he needs to seriously revise his sleep schedule as he lazily flows over a beat that’s far too minimal to be in any way interesting. Yes, Views is both too long and slightly underwhelming, but there is a glimmer of something more poignant beneath its bloated surface. Drake might need some time to figure out where that comes from, but I’m still holding out hope he might. I don’t imagine there are many other Toronto rappers vying for the title of 6 God.