There is not a finer, more fun, exercise in pop-hop than Drake‘s Club Paradise tour. The level of crowd interaction and adoration, the precision of lighting and staging, the catchment of all that is “rap” (the gamut of Nicki to Rozay), reaches an apex under the well-orchestrated grin of the game’s most earnest ambassador.
But before hitting some heights, suffer with me this cast of opening characters:
French Montana
- My hope is that at least one kid, somewhere, now knows that Moro...
melophobe — There is not a finer, more fun, exercise in pop-hop than Drake‘s Club Paradise tour. The level of crowd interaction and adoration, the precision of lighting and staging... more info