'Thinking About You'

Although scaled-up by elegiac strings (a new addition to January's Ocean-previewed version) Channel Orange's surprisingly low-key opener remains a gorgeously private affair. A slow-release torch song the colour of caramel and bathed in low voltage lighting, a buzzing but soothing synth cycle and muffled beats evoke touching and kissing in a velveteen womb. Poised, considered, classy and moving, this is uniquely Frank Ocean.

Telepathically serenading the girl who popped the Ocean cherry, in the motel room of memories Frank talks eternal love, breaking into a sublime Maxwell-esque falsetto that makes a good case for restoring the style to contemporary mainstream R&'B. Neither Swingbeat-unctuous or the vacuous mew of a soloing boyband-er, his angelic register is just pure, soul-scraping feeling.

Seeing that this is indie R&B, for the most part on Channel Orange love is innocent and born under the high school bleachers. Sure they ****ed, but Frank talks in respectful euphemisms. The actual act he calls 'the heaven', or, in the style of Odd Future's Super 3 mixtapes - a spin on a fighter jet.

'Sierra Leone'

'Cloud-rap' by any other name, Channel Orange's most hipster cut plies a Main Attrakionz-esque mix of chillwave and wet-look 80s, before kicking it up a notch for a vintage funk jam, 70s style. Like aquiline ****-soul melting from a warped vinyl, Ocean's honeyed tenor syncs with the lusty bass beats that protrude from desaturated washes of strings and wind-chime. Recounting his sexploits, as Frank "reaches for the nipple" his vocals cascade down chordal grades in quick succession, like saucy grunts punctuating an orgasmic exhalation. Effortless and virtuoso.

'Sweet Life'

'Sweet Life' is big. Really big. Like R.Kelly 'I Believe I Can Fly' big. Like Superman eating a super hotdog while fighting King Kong while...ok you get the picture. If you were looking around for a high concept pitch-style descriptor, with its synth brass and Philly soul strings you might call it 'Stevie Wonder meets N.E.R.D in space'. But then that would be too simplistic a definition for the multifaceted, resolutely accomplished 'Sweet Thing'. If Nostalgia, Ultra was all samples and re-voiced songs, Channel Orange is a musicianly affair, and 'Sweet Thing' its flagship brand.

Moving between smooth jazz-funk and a-cappella breakdowns, or massive synth-stoked choruses and Bond-style credits scoring, throughout Frank seems hell-bent on rolling out his best vocal moves. In fact, the whole Busby Berkely-esque pomposity of it all sounds like Ocean's way of letting us know he's arrived.

'Super Rich Kids (FT. Earl Sweatshirt)'

In which you're like "**** Frank, Earl's back!" Only, listen hard or you might miss him. That's the little punk right there, with the deep gruff voice and the sanguine, steady, reserved flow. That's right. Where's the phonetic pyros, the inspired swearing, the sociopathic verve? This Brett Easton Ellis-esque bonfire of the IVY-leaguers is perfect material for the horror-damaged T.V. Baby. Instead, Holy Slim Shady, he's singing harmonies. And the boy did grow to be a man.

Suggestive of the monotonous slog of trust fund ennui, a stomping piano and the steady smack of kickdrum anchors the ghostly crowd noise from a vast débutantes ball, as the synths quiver both nauseously and as subtly as candle-smoke in a floor draft.

Reminiscent of the austere, linear stylings of a Young Money production, there's ample space for Frank and Earl to play their respective characters: Frank the leisured dandy and Earl his sneering conscience. "She rubs my back three times a day" sings Ocean with the maximum measure of self-satisfaction "Too many white kids, too many white lines" counters a menacing Earl. Their chemistry is perfect.

'Pilot Jones'

'Pilot Jones' is Channel Orange's most interesting track. Not to mention it's most listenable. Another flying-as-love metaphor, this airy and translucent cut is, like 'Sierra Leone', a key reference point for defining 'the nu-skool of R&B'. Ever so slightly indie-twee, Ocean's charmingly double-tracked vocals, the finger-clicks and a flute-like beat suggest a type of childhood regression (and suffice to say, the fantasy of flying as girlfriend and boyfriend is nothing if not child-like). It's escapist, magical-realist even - a kid's watercolour painting or a daydream, perversely made all the more poignant by the massive bass smears. Not that it's child's play in the technical stakes - avant beat-patterns and refracted effects conjure a mixture of Boards Of Canada and something like Cannibal Ox's 'Iron Galaxy', but disarranged behind the fumes of a sugar fire.

However it's the manner in which texture is used that separates post-Drake R&B from the genre's past. Instead of pristine, sexual and sartorial, 'Pilot Wings' production is impressionist, smudged and blanketing. Which is to say, texture is used as a story-telling device in itself, a kind of visual aid, rather than a mere mood setter.

'Crack Rock'

Aside from its earth-shaking breakbeat, 'Crack Rock' is Channel Orange's one misfire, thwarted by rigid arrangements and its jarring non-sequitur of a chorus (out of nowhere Ocean barks the title twice, repeats the act, and that's it). It's a shame, seeing that it's also the album's most overtly political cut, with Ocean criticizing the government for ignoring the soaring rate of crack-related deaths "Don't no one hear the sound of another one hitting the ground." Even still, by aiming for terse, aggravated passion, Ocean freezes the liquid physics of his own song-writing style.

'Pyramids'

Encompassing a multitude of suites and a kaleidoscope of moods and tones, from vainglorious to melancholic, let's call the restlessly innovative, 10-minute long 'Pyramids' the 'Paranoid Android' of R&B. Or alternatively, in its storytelling scope, Dylan's 'The Hurricane' for the Drake generation. A little structurally ramshackle though never erratic, it's the type of massive album centrepiece that was inconceivable before The Dream's stadium-R&B reinvented the genre as a mythological epic. More is more.

Documenting a day in the life of a lonely casino waitress, 'Pyramids' kicks off with a sun-shower of choral Clams Casino-esque production, followed by a latino-tinged Ocean singing over reversed bass before what can only be described as Balearic pop-trance synths prime a strutting disco beat. Minutes go by until electrotech-style Moog precipitates a breakdown of unusual beauty - like Vangelis-with-the-colours-running paired with a star-trekking sequencer line. Above, in subtle and vaguely futuristic autotune, Ocean repeats the refrain "She's working at the The Pyramid / tonight" with heard-rending empathy. The boys got soul, and a heart to match. To finish, mute trumpet channels LA noir, until the kindly mutterings of synthetically treated guitar spirits us into the dark of the night. It's rare that R&B takes you on a journey, or better yet, transports you to less earthly realms, as 'Pyramid' is able to do... but R&B it remains.

'Lost'

The perfect pick-me-up after 'Pyramid's heavy gravitas, the fresh and snappy 'Lost' is also, without a doubt, the highlight of the album. A bouncy indie-rock rhythm and chicken-scratch guitar propels a buoyant Frank, as he takes to the road in the hope of getting well and truly lost in sunny California. Flowing atop a narcotic bass melody and a trio of harmonising vocalists, the choruses eventually pan back for a coda of whistling synths and ELO-esque keys, making for the perfect finish to a pop single that the Justin Bieber publishing Ocean can finally call his own. It's also a reminder that, for all their greyscale suburban nihilism, Odd Future are a Californian act. And just like The Bryds and The Beach Boys they can be influenced by their sunny surroundings. There are countless references to the beach and the ocean throughout Channel Orange.

'Monks'

After a serviceable interlude featuring John Mayer on guitar (strange choice, Frank,) Channel Orange is back on air and reborn dirty. With a lot of knowing winks, Ocean plays the sex machine over synth-whirling, cacophonous funk – all crazy bass runs, grandstanding lounge piano and crash cymbal - resembling The Internet trashing their practice room. He then goes on to detail what you might call 'the perks of the job', one of those being "An indian girl with a British accent / [who] likes to **** the boys in the band". Apparently she's really good at "riding" him "without using her hands" to steady the boat. I think the word is 'swag'.

'Bad Religion'

The first track from Channel Orange's faintly bizarre final act, the soul-searching 'Bad Religion' begins with sad, Procol Haram organ, which then gives way to flourishes of Beatles-ian strings before a crotch-holding scream jumps out, kickstarting Ocean's vaguely distraught vocal performance. The story he tells is a strange one, the Cali-kid seeking solace in the company of a stranger - his taxi driver. As they travel the city at dawn the singer either laments his lack of faith or voices his distrust in organised religion, though it's unclear which. To complicate matters further, there are already claims in the American press that the "divine love" Ocean makes reference to is the one that dare not speak its name. Although more on that below.

'Pink Matter (Ft Andre 3000)'

A great rap turn from Mr 3000. Like Earl he relaxes his hyperkinetic style so it aligns with Ocean's languid music - loping a bit of the Andre-kitsch off the sides and slowing the flow. The end product sounds like a coked-up Snoop Dog - all g-funk sleazy but also robotically telegraphic in the afro-futurist style we've become accustomed to from the iconic space-pimp.

'Forrest Gump'

It's hard to know what to make of 'Forrest Gump'. Presenting Ocean's memories of a boy he once knew, with sweetly strummed guitar and skipping rope lilt shunted against Ocean's desirous vocals the impression you get is of adolescent love and, well, of chances missed. There's a homoerotic undertone to lyrics like "Forest, I'm nervous" or "You're running on my mind boy," while smuggled in between references to the titular simpleton there's something remarkably sexual about the line "my fingertips and my lips are burning, on this cigarette" That said: "You're so buff and strong" suggests a bit of tongue-in-cheek prank-playing. We'll never know. In the coda Ocean whistles cutely as he retreats into the sunset, secrets safely stored.

1. "Start"

The intro track is just a few seconds long, all shimmering synths and 8-bit videogame sound effects. Its "channel-surfing" sound effects introduce a theme that will run throughout the album, especially the interludes, as though you're clicking the buttons of a TV remote to venture forward.

2. "Thinkin' Bout You"

The first single has been given a makeover, with bigger, lush strings, both acoustic and digitized, and deeper drums that emphasize the space in which Ocean's voice hangs.

3. "Fertilizer"

A funked-up, showtune-esque interlude about 30 seconds in length, and darling in its exuberance.

4. "Sierra Leone"

Not entirely dissimilar to "Thinkin' Bout You," "Sierra Leone" is a wall of washed-out, breathy synths and thudding drums, punctuated by woozy strings and tinkling chimes. Think Marvin Gaye if he'd been into reverb.

5. "Sweet Life"

Five tracks in and I'm already out of condoms. This sultry piece is introduced by a melodic bassline and jazzy Wurlizter keyboard. Shuffling drums and thick vocal harmonies build to an all-out crescendo including a brass ensemble. The trick of building up instrumental parts until they all coalesce in a grand crescendo is one Ocean employs a few times on Channel Orange.

6. "Not Just Money"

A speech interlude about happiness over tinny traffic sounds and a turning indicator.

7. "Super Rich Kids" (ft. Earl Sweatshirt)

A talk-sung, pseudo-rap verse from Ocean over an emphatic piano and drum stomp leads to a borrowed chorus from Mary J. Blige's "Real Love," but the highlight is a slow, methodical rap verse courtesy of Earl Sweatshirt. Ocean's falsetto refrain makes it clear why the rapping in Odd Future is left to others.

8. "Pilot Jones"

The channel-surfing leads quickly to reversed synths and hammering sub-woofers, isolating Ocean's voice so that his melody, one of the best here, lilts loud and clear above the instrumental tracks. Synth chords come in briefly near the end, but fade out again quickly into Rhodes for "Crack Rock."

9. "Crack Rock"

Fans of the Roots' early catalog will recognize the Rhodes keyboard and Questlove-style, hi-hat-heavy beat. The best part, though, is when the drums halt for Ocean's melancholy chorus, and then start back up again to propel the song's verses, about (surprise!) the adverse effects of drugs.

10. "Pyramids"

You've heard this one, but not until you've heard it on a space-encompassing, brain-rattling speaker system. The synth breakdown a minute in hits especially hard.

11. "Lost"

Another slow build, "Lost" begins with spare guitar, keyboard whorls and tight, cracking snare. As jabs of string ensemble are slowly added to the mix, so are more of Ocean's background vocals and and stacks of harmony. Look for at least a trio of background singers on Ocean's upcoming tour.

12. "White" (ft. John Mayer)

Thank god John Mayer's contribution to this record is only a guitar part. My breath was held waiting for the track to feature his syrupy croon, but it never came -- "White" is an interlude of bluesy guitar noodling and white noise.

13. "Monks"

The siren synths that begin this song, underlined by plucked bass, go staccato in the first chorus. Then, they join an all-out soul-jazz groove, with Ocean wailing yearningly in and out of falsetto, over the fray.

14. "Bad Religion"

Over a plaintive organ, Ocean begins talk-singing to a cabbie, and ends with his most audacious vocal performance on the record, hitting the upper part of his register without going to falsetto. A string section, rat-a-tat snares and hand-claps lend a gospel feel to this album highlight.

15. "Pink Matter" (ft. Andre 3000)

A lyrical continuation of "Sweet Life," but where that song was nestled in the sexy, R&B half of Channel Orange, "Pink Matter" is at one with the more ambitious and introspective second half. Ocean stays in his resonant baritone register here, as slow, mournful strings and barely audible, clanging trash-can drums lead to funk bass, which leads to Outkast's Andre 3000. Andre's amazing verse is an album highlight, as is the funk guitar solo that follows him and the four-beat bass drum that ends the song.

16. "Forrest Gump"

Clicking, stuttering sub-drum tracks and quick guitar strokes propel the penultimate track of Channel Orange. A sample of an appreciative crowd underlies Ocean's simple melody, which is mirrored by guitar licks. A whistled outro provides a nice denouement to Orange's second half.

17. "End"

A reverbed-out, just-audible "Voodoo," an early track that never made the album cut, provides the end interlude, along with muffled sounds of traffic and rain. Then, the car door opens and the sound of rain in the background intensifies. The crunch of gravel leads to a front door, and, once indoors, the recording stops abruptly. TV or reality, Channel Orange ends here.