The first minute is exciting. A brief instrumental hints at luxuriant sprawl, something that Drake has done to death, but then things change fast. When the drums from “Falling Back” first kicked in, I made a face like I’d just smelled something — that good kind of face like I’d just smelled something. Drake has played around with house beats on past records, but kicking his whole album off with one was still a surprise. The bassline bubbles hard. The drums lock in right away. The synths portend Drake’s particular style of glassy, moneyed self-regard, but that just means that “Falling Back” is a Drake record. A Drake record can be exciting, especially when Drake’s pushing himself. But then Drake starts singing in his indolent sleepwalking falsetto, and that initial tingle just slowly dissipates into the air.