Channel Orange was a instant classic, and it's hard to find anybody who really cares about this stuff that would disagree. Instant. Like, it took no time to hook you. The songs were immediate, memorable, and they all had a hook and a conceit and a direction, and they were equal parts fun and thoughtful. Blond, here, is as far as I have gathered, its total opposite. It's thoughtful, yes. But it's slow. And quiet. And contemplative. And a bit concrete. It's hard to delineate one song from the next after listening. So much guitar and so few drums! So I can't really tell how I feel about it right now. Frank is still at the heart of it though, and there's no doubt that he's a talented—brilliant, really—writer, and a capable enough performer to translate his writing precisely as he intends. Still, as of today, if I want to introduce somebody to Frank Ocean, I'm giving them Channel Orange, not Blond. This time next year, who knows.