The rollout of his big comeback project wasn’t exactly auspicious. Drake foreshadowed one of the releases by erecting a giant sculpture of ice blocks in his native Toronto that, when melted, would reveal the date of Iceman’s drop. Ultimately, the ice sculpture was removed and destroyed by Toronto fire officials after being deemed a public safety hazard.

To quote an ever popular and enduring meme, in many ways Drake came into the release of Iceman, Habibti, and Maid of Honour “at his lowest…fat, nasty, and broke. Career in shambles.” But surprisingly, the best tracks off these albums are the ones on which he lets go of that anger and gets a little silly. While it debuted at No. 3 on the chart—making it the lowest-ranked of Drake’s three new offerings—Maid of Honour is the best album of the trilogy, the one on which he largely lets go of his bitterness and resentment and has some fun again.

Drake has always had many facets as an artist, and he’s a prolific one at that. There’s the hyperconfident hypebeast Drake, who can be found flexing on tracks like “Legend,” “Started From the Bottom,” and “5AM in Toronto.” There’s the emotional and ultraconfessional Drake, who can be found in his feelings on “Doing It Wrong,” “Too Much,” and, perhaps most effectively, “Marvins Room.” (To quote another meme: This is the Drake who “makes music for mfs that sigh until you ask them what’s wrong.”) And then there’s my personal favorite: silly Drake. The Drake who can simultaneously acknowledge his beginnings in the entertainment industry—playing “wheelchair Jimmy” on Degrassi: The Next Generation—while still turning out banger after banger that can’t help but get the crowd going, like the Afrobeat-infused “One Dance,” the Lauryn Hill–sampling “Nice for What,” the poppier “Hotline Bling,” and the dancehall-inspired “Passionfruit.”

The album announces that it’s shaking Drake’s self-seriousness with its cover: a photo of Drake’s mother, Sandi Sher Graham, smiling and holding a bridal bouquet, superimposed with an image of a young Drake and his father, Dennis Graham. If you squint, Drake’s mom kind of looks like Gwyneth Paltrow, which adds an unexpected element of camp to the whole thing. Once inside the album, we hear Drake at his cheekiest and most fun—delivering an upbeat, dance-forward, shake-your-ass album that almost demands to be listened to outside in the summertime with a drink in hand.

I’m not the only one who’s responded most positively to Maid of Honour. Alphonse Pierre at Pitchfork gave the album an 8.0 rating—the highest of Drake’s new three—calling it a “maximalist riot” and “the best album in Drake’s comeback trilogy.” In his review of Drake’s three albums for Vulture, Pulitzer Prize finalist and music critic Craig Jenkins concurs, writing that Maid of Honour is the “highlight of the package,” a record that “fares best by minimizing both Iceman’s boiling ire and Habibti’s sleepy bedroom banter.”