Drake Responds to the Pandemic in a Predictably Drake Way

The rapper is back with Dark Lane Demo Tapes—a batch of songs taking comfort in an antisocial status quo.

A still from Drake's 'Toosie Slide' video.
To hear Drake tell it, the record is a pandemic relief measure. (Republic Records)

Life as we know it has ended and murder hornets encroach. But at least one thing from the old times remains unchanged: the abundance of Drake content. After dripping out songs at a steady pace since late last year, the prolific 33-year-old Toronto rapper surprise-dropped the 14-song Dark Lane Demo Tapes last Friday. As Drake’s sonic bundles have long been wont to do, the new tracks immediately subsumed the top slots of global streaming charts, confirming his sound as apt not only for nightclubs but also for sitting quietly at home.

To hear Drake tell it, the record is a pandemic relief measure. “It’s an interesting time for us all, as musicians, to figure out how this works and what people need,” he said on Lil Wayne’s radio show. “And I just felt like people would appreciate maybe a body of something to listen to, as opposed to just one isolated song.” He’s definitely right about it being unclear what role our celeb musicians should play right now. Some pop stars have delayed their albums, and others have rushed them out. Beyoncé, ever a pacesetter, seems to have hit on the idea that folks such as herself should pick their shots sparingly and make them count. She was keeping quiet in quarantine except for philanthropic efforts—but then she sent the internet into a tailspin by remixing Megan Thee Stallion’s “Savage” with extra helpings of porn-themed raps.

Drake, however, is an artist of constancy rather than surprise. His new “demo tape,” a collection of new songs and ones previously leaked online, really represents a stay-the-course strategy. He has a long habit of putting out non-album albums between his tentpole releases, the next of which he’s said will be out this summer. Dark Lanes Demo Tapes is one of his patchier efforts, but it accomplishes the same goals as his previous stopgap works. It keeps his voice in the zeitgeist. It burnishes his credibility as a rapper rather than as a pop star. And it confirms, instead of complicating, anyone’s long-standing notions about the artist, his culture, or his times.

If this release is indeed a crisis care package, it’s not the kind that’s filled with cookies. His previous album, Scorpion, smashed commercial records with riotously cheerful singles and a juicy narrative about grappling with unplanned fatherhood. Dark Lane Demo Tapes by contrast trends sullen, spare, and rude. The opening beat, on “Deep Pockets,” sounds like something from an Earl Sweatshirt album, which is to say it sounds like a soul record being fed to a garbage disposal. “I’ve seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze,” he raps, as if he were Cormac McCarthy. When the chorus comes along, it’s just Drake bellowing into an abyss.

Statements of hardness will always ring a bit false from a guy forever associated with knit sweaters. But Drake keeps glowering because he knows that overdetermined machismo can give cover to profitable silliness. Just look at how the most infectious moments of the album come from guest musicians acting frivolous while Drake feigns seriousness. On “Pain 1993,” Drake rejects the label “sweet” as Playboi Carti pitches his voice to the squeaking register of animated sidekicks. The roiling “D4L” features Future trilling a very funny bird/phone sound that’s made funnier with extreme repetition, helpfully distracting from Drake’s clunker punch lines about a greedy girlfriend. For “From Florida With Love” the producer MexikoDro furnishes a beat that sounds like it was created on a Bop It toy, and it inspires Drake to hit a sneaky-smart, stop-start flow.

Then there’s “Toosie Slide,” the sour confection that hit No. 1 upon its debut. Drake appears to have commissioned TikTok-baiting choreography and then worked backwards from there, but the sound of the song is not in the slaphappy mode of Gen Z social media. The synths recall an ’80s soap; the melody is a mobster’s mumble; “Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit,” he reassures anyone cringing. The most important component really is the video, which is already a classic of quarantine culture. Drake wears a mask and wanders his questionably decorated mansion, all alone. You’re meant to relate to the isolation but also to covet the indoor swimming pool.

Of course, a blend of loneliness and triumph has defined most of Drake’s appeal over the years. He helped lead the late-2010s turn to homebody pop that now, amid social distancing, feels weirdly prescient. On Dark Lane Demo Tapes, he’s at his most passionate when communicating that other people just aren’t worth hanging out with. “Losses” is a blistering dismissal of a bad friend. “Chicago Freestyle” hypnotically explains the transactional process by which Drake corrals sex partners. On “Desires,” he comes frustratingly close to self-awareness about his own misogyny by marveling at the idea that the women he uses have wants of their own. When he asks, “How the fuck you’ve seen so many beaches?” he’s recycling an ugly cliché from his past hits: negging women who thrive without him. But hey, he’s also giving people a line they can use to shame their quarantine-breaking Instagram friends.

There are some attempts at evolution for Drake’s sound here, but they amount to him hopping on hot cultural movements—drill, grime, TikTok—in the same manner he’s done before. “Thirty-three years, I gave that to the game … Five hundred weeks, I’ll fill the charts with my pain,” he raps on “When to Say When,” an accounting of the ways his generosity to the universe has supposedly gone unrequited. What he appears to believe is that doing what he’s always done, in the context of this bitter and boring crisis, is enough to ensure his continuing reign. He might be right about that for now. But as the shock of the pandemic continues to dull into a horror of sameness, spectacles of complacency from the comfortable may stop seeming so safe.