“Drake was not hiding a child, thank you very much; he’s appalled at your insinuation. What he was hiding, apparently, was a cryogenically preserved Michael Jackson. When the King of Pop's falsetto floats up the surface of “Don’t Matter to Me,” over Noah “40” Shebib’s otherwise bloodlessly pretty synth washes, it is startling for all the obvious reasons—hearing a dead man sing, etc.—but most of all”
