First off, let me get the excuses in early; I’m absolutely terrible at writing about music, so this is probably a bad idea from the off. It’s also going to end up extremely long, so there’s a high chance of tl:dr.
Secondly, let me forewarn anyone still reading that if you don’t like modern music, this will be a slog and you’d be best off ducking out now before I really start talking bollocks.
With those pleasantries out of the way…. Sewer Robot recently asked me to write a review of Frank Ocean’s “Blonde” (all hate mail to SR for what follows). I demurred, on the basis that (a) I’m not very good at music reviews, because I tend to just like what I like and not wish to think too deeply about it all; and (b) it took me a very, very long time to get my head around FO’s last record (the wonderful “channel: Orange”), and I therefore thought it might be a little too early to venture a view on Blonde. Ocean’s albums are not renowned for their immediacy, and I often change my mind.
Having made my cowardly excuses, I slunk away and realised that – » Continue Reading.