Two decades ago, rap’s biggest acts were dedicated to eliminating institutional racism. Or, at the very least, they addressed the need of increasing the amount of ice one offered to one’s baby. Today’s best seller, the perpetually annoyed Drake, is more concerned about why a woman he’s blown off would be pissed at him and how much the arugula caught in his teeth cost. Canadian opener The Weeknd won the internet a couple of years ago with a batch of excellent self-loathing romantic explorations, but his recent major label sell-out is underperforming.
Originally published in issue #124, February 2014.