
I like his unconventional approach to the structure. “Summer is not long as it used to be,” a very adult revelation. The best four minutes of the album so far. Listen to this song- his flow, his imagery, his delivery, the notes he’s hitting-an instant keeper and the early favorite. A very simplistic chord progression and Frank rapping is all I could ask for. His voice is too good for all the effects.

I always love to hear from the person who gave birth to the artist. Frank’s mom wasn’t fearing or loathing in Las Vegas. This is like something straight out the 80’s. No alcohol, no weed, or cocaine? Good advice mom. She's giving some pretty serious advice that sounds like it would be for a college student. Is this his mom? This sounds like a pep talk. The manipulation on his voice, the background vocals, the elegance of the production - so much happening but also very little. The second verse is Frank flexing his use of imagery. Still a slow tempo but it sounds like a field of flowers.

I’m still wondering about that screech, but this is a much warmer sound. Sound transitioned as the studio was being destroyed. He can disappear again, this time the memes won’t follow. Emerging from the shadows killed his anonymity, he is no longer on Mount Olympus, but another mortal that’s among us. Unlike Detox and Outkast, Frank decided to give the people music to love, to hate, and to view critically. The demand he has created is a rare one, cult-like, only a few artists will ever be in this position. Hunger can cause people to act irrational, the hunger for this Frank album is no different.

So you wait, and for that reason the disappointment that comes with an unsatisfying dinner is devastating. Imagine the feeling of your ribs touching due to starvation, there’s nothing more you desire than an excellent feast knowing a 5-star meal awaits your growling stomach is enough to pull through any minor suffering. I relate waiting for Blonde to the wait you will experience at a renowned restaurant where the line wraps around the building. With Endless, the visual album, we had the luxury of knowing something else was coming, which allowed Endless to be like an appetizer, a warm-up, but now Blonde is here, the chef has finally served us a long-awaited main course. Finally having the album comes with fear-the fear it will not match four years of high expectations. There's no longer the thought of what it could be, simply what it is.
