Realizing it is quite late. Okay, it is *really* late.
Doesn’t help, however.
Instead of sleeping, I’m lying in bed, faffing on teh interwebs while listening to Frank Ocean.
I’m having serious and important existential debates to discuss with myself.
Dilemmas such as whether his new album ‘channel orange’ is better than the old Syndicate mix ‘Dream Killa’, with brilliant songs such as ‘Richest Man in the World’, ‘Denim’ and the really awesome ‘Holla Baby’.
Then again, ‘channel orange’ has some sweet tunes too. I mean ‘Thinkin Bout You’ is up there with ‘Novacane’. There’s also the awesome ‘Pyramids’ and ‘Lost’, not to mention the brilliant last track, ‘End’, sampling a previous YouTube/Tumblr favourite, ‘Voodoo’.
Somehow though, as great as the album is, there’s something comfortingly familiar about ‘Dream Killa’ that I can’t get past, especially not late at night like this.
Having said that, Frank Ocean works pretty damn well at any time of the day or night, really.