Mine ears adorned with buds - enchanting vessels, where melodies unfold - a private symphony, whispers of Muses that only I embrace!

Hark! Frank Ocean, a man of renown, his voice doth possess a soulful resonance. Mine ears hath recently partaken in the strains of his revolutionary work, "Channel Orange," delivered through this modern contrivance thou term'st "a streamer." Beyond his melodic prowess, an openness about his very self, a defiance of norms ingrained in the minstrelsy's tapestry. The musical realm, once governed by tradition, now feels the winds of change by his hand; a banner of transformation and identity.

Upon this album, a plethora of songs, a veritable trove of poetry, each a potential play within mine own repertoire, replete with familial and street intrigues. I shall briefly discourse upon a select few, delving into the manifold dynamics of kinship and urban life encapsulated therein.

“Thinkin Bout You” - This sonnet recounts a liaison eluding Ocean's grasp, a dalliance just beyond his fingertips, and therein lies a tempest of turmoil. The melodic tale unfurls, delving into the tapestry of regret and heartbreak, as the strains of music weave a sorrowful ode. 

“Or do you not think so far ahead

Cause I been thinking bout forever, ooh

Or do you not think so far ahead

Cause I been thinking 'bout forever, ooh”

He can change only what he can change. The quandary of existence doth reside within us both.

Methinks the melody, “Sierra Leone”, doth summon the rhythm of mine own  Prince Hamlet. The lyrics, a reflection of a heartbeat's cadence, do resonate as if penned from my very breast. 

“Sweet Life” - This doth resonate as a locale from my nightly visions, akin to the realms that dwell within my slumbers. 'Tis a sound so unfamiliar, as if 'tis a melody never afore encountered by mine own ears yet reminds me so of Juliet in a quarrel with Romeo. The harmonies transport me to ethereal domains, evoking a sensation hitherto unknown.

“You've had a landscaper and a house keeper since you were born

The sunshine always kept you warm

So why see the world, when you got the beach

Don't know why see the world, when you got the beach

The sweet life-“

“Crack Rock” - I knoweth not what ‘Crack' is, but I taketh a liking to it. Where can I discover this ‘Crack Rock’ of which Ocean speaketh?" I wouldst delight in unraveling how the influence of  crack  might have shaped the denouement of Romeo and Juliet. And a “Glass home”, could you imagine?

Yon record's most harrowing strain, "Bad Religion," doth Ocean find himself ensnared by the shackles of love, in a quest for life's answers amidst the confines of a cab's retreat. This ballad, strings bleeding in lament, unveils the singer's impassioned plea, a resounding cry echoing forth: "hellloooo." The pangs of love, like arrows piercing the heart, render Frank Ocean vulnerable in his most fervent entreaty, a soul laid bare in the pursuit of solace.

This musical composition was of a wild nature. Should I, by my own judgment, appraise this creation, I would proclaim, "It is to be," for I cannot fathom a world—be it thine or mine—where "Channel Orange" might not exist. 

GRADE:

5/5 To be’s.