Dime a dozen.

Someone spent too much time in Broadway.

Truly charming as well as wandering, but still too rooted in influence and crudely finished.

It has the narrative, the sensibility, lushness and honesty that Lemonade pretended. Here Frank reaches out and strongly grasps his life and art in a tangible forged and seasoned work. Sadly, it’s low-key, washed out nature makes the album feel uneventful and redundant, which is not. Definitely a multiple listen experience.