There are only an extraordinarily small handful of albums that deserve an introduction like that. (Sit down Khaled, I’m talking about Tha Carter III, Graffiti and The Blueprint 3, not We the Best Vol. 97.) And now, finally, we can add Drake’s debut album Thank Me Later to that vaunted list.
Written by DJBooth
As Aubrey Drake Graham catapulted from Canadian teen television heartthrob to hip-hop superstar we piled more and more expectations onto his young shoulders. Drake’s debut album would simultaneously be a rap classic, a r&b classic and pop classic. Drake’s debut album would singlehandedly rescue an entire, fundamentally broken music industry. Drake’s debut album would cure cancer and, just because he was bored and feeling generous, herpes. If these were our expectations of the 24-year-old, and they were, then he has failed us. Let the public whipping commence. Continue reading