Drake’s fourth album in two years continues his streak of filler tracks and a lack of enthusiasm. Ever since 2016’s “Views,” Drake has continued the trend of not releasing any cohesive bodies of work. His albums instead have felt like really boring playlists. A few songs could be worth putting into your rotation, while the other handful could be a cure for insomnia. “For All the Dogs” is no different. Albeit, a few more standout tracks this time around but not by much.

The record starts off relatively strong. “Virginia Beach” sets a nice introspective tone with a heavenly Frank Ocean vocal sample. The album continues to interest me with cuts like “Amen” and “First Person Shooter.” Though, I think it’s just because both songs are carried by their featured artists, Teezo Touchdown and J. Cole respectively. Other features like Yeat and SZA also make some notable appearances later on the record. But those are just features, what about the main event? Where’s Drake? To be honest, Drake is the worst part about this whole album. To reiterate, he just seems like he doesn’t care that much anymore. You have tracks like “8am in Charlotte” or “Tried Our Best” where there’s definitely more resemblance of care and thought put into them. But on nearly every other track, being 16 of the 23 mind you, Drake sounds like he’s on autopilot.

The latter half of this record is just such a mind-numbing slog to get through. No notable tracks, yet nothing downright bad either. It just all goes in one ear and out the other.

I really don’t think Drake could care less about the actual music anymore. To him, it’s always been more about quantity over quality. Again, this is the guy’s fourth hour plus album he’s released in just over two years. The man’s only goal at this point just seems to be streaming numbers and chart placements, not the art itself. And “For All the Dogs” proved it.

My rating: 5.2/10