Blonde is a masterpiece of an album, without a single dud track, and no fewer than eight songs that could’ve been the highlight on a lesser album. Frank Ocean’s voice, his personality, and his humor shine through on each track, and while the album isn’t a concept album (as far as I can tell), there is still a common sonic thread that ties the whole thing together in an intoxicatingly unique Frank Ocean way. When picking a random song from Blonde to listen to, the range of choice is daunting. Some might go as far as to say it is overwhelmingly paralyzing.
It may seem impossible, but I’ve managed to objectively rank the songs on Blonde, from worst to best. I understand that music is largely understood to be subjective, but trust me, these are the actual correct rankings. Continue reading “Frank Ocean’s Blonde, Ordered Objectively”