2018 will be remembered as a turbulent year all around. In a similarly hit or miss year for the music industry, it is hard to pick just one loser of 2018. If there were to be a loser, it would be Drake with his new album Scorpion. After taking one of the hardest L’s of the year off a Pusha-T diss track, Drake releases a heartless mess of 25 boring tracks, none of which even attempt to respond to T’s criticisms. At this point, it is hard to even regard Drake as an artist rather than a faceless music conglomerate. With a team of writers on each song and someone else producing his beats, it’s no surprise that this album has no soul. One must ask oneself, what is it that Drake does on this project other than be its primary financial beneficiary? If the only answer is that it’s his auto-tuned voice we hear on every track, then the bland album artwork that features a picture of Drake’s face is made all the more ironic by the fact that this album features the least amount of Drake for any album of his so far. After starting out the record on a relatively positive note with track two, “Nonstop,” albeit carried by its beat, being by far the most inspired track on the album, all momentum is lost with garbage like “I’m Upset.” As it turns out, many of the highlights turn out to be meme songs that feature only 5 to 10 seconds of a catchy chorus. Drake would have benefited a lot by removing songs from this overcrowded jumble of an album, but with every single song lacking identity, it’s hard to pick what goes. Instead of responding to accusations that Drake is a chameleonic character in the rap game with little in the way of original work nowadays, Drake merely enforces these accusations with a dull and confused mess of an album. One star.