Frank Ocean – Endless 2LP

Description

During the four years that passed between album-length recordings from Frank Ocean, the Grammy-winning singer and songwriter surfaced on releases byBeyonc,Kanye West, andJames Blake. Through the processing of reports and speculation throughout the time, and knowing Ocean’s unease with the pop machine, the follow-up toChannel Orangeappeared to be imminent, or maybe mythical, or somewhere within the two poles. On the first day of August 2016, The New York Times published “Frank Ocean’s Long-Awaited ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ Is Due on Friday,” yet the article’s opening sentence was less certain, stating that the wait “may nearly be over.” Nothing was clear. Later in the month, within the space of two days, Ocean released a pair of recordings, neither of which was titled Boys Don’t Cry. This was the first and inferior one, the prelude to the properChannel Orangefollow-up. Termed a visual album, upon its release it could be heard only as one 46-minute piece accompanied by black-and-white imagery of Ocean, or a team of Oceans, constructing a staircase in a warehouse. The sound is introduced and concluded with sections ofWolfgang Tillmans‘ “Device Control,” a composition that obscures the distinction between sound art and dance track. Its lucidity, crispness, and energy are at odds with the murky, slightly submerged-sounding suite of predominantly fresh material. The Ocean sequence begins like aThis Mortal Coil-gone-quiet-storm project, with a fragile and spectral cover ofthe Isley Brothers‘ “(At Your Best) You Are Love” held aloft by strings orchestrated byJonny Greenwoodand piano and synthesizer byOm’Mas KeithandBlake. From there, the set is fragmentary — the original tracks average two minutes in length and tend to melt into one another. It all snakes along, albeit slowly, akin to a fogged-out lazy river ride with an adjacent big screen projecting a flickering series of memories that veer from ballerific to frantic-romantic. Ocean, whose voice is joined most frequently by a (still underutilized)Jazmine Sullivan, alternates between offhanded raps and singing that ranges from plainly observational to almost exorcistic. The tender everyday stuff, like when Ocean consoles his lover after a lost game of basketball, tends to be as affecting as the comparatively intense moments. This offers more of the detailed scenes only Ocean can script, as well as some stray sly quotables. Ultimately, it’s a smartly ordered patchwork of mostly secondary material. -All Music Guide