A damn smooth R&B album, slipping by like silk, nearly unnoticed, appreciated subliminally, like the most sultry Stevie Wonder. The fact Ocean's voice evoke's Wonder's doesn't hurt. And again, like the best of Stevie's stuff, the production's funky and sharp, full of atmosphere, with perfect album-level flow, with social commentary grand and personal alike.
But its all almost too smooth: the heavy subject matter lost in the folds, demanding careful listening while lulling you into sleep, time dilating in the microscopic gaps between tracks. A potentially brilliant album that's hard to appreciate fully, and I'm still working on it 3.5/5
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